No choice

Dyvian's POV

Nana's words have a lasting impact even after she is done speaking.

She described Lucifer, the key, and the angel who had perished at his hands, and I can still hear the echo of her explanation. It doesn’t sit well with me—not that I expected it to.

Everything about this situation is wrong.

I lean against the wall, feeling the cold stone bite through the fabric of my cloak.

My mind races, trying to piece together the puzzle. An angel’s reincarnation?

How the hell are we supposed to find something like that? And why would my father want me to be involved in this mess? It’s a game to him, I know it.

A dangerous, twisted game where lives are expendable, including mine.

Nana isn’t saying much now. She’s been pacing, lost in her thoughts, her eyes distant. I can feel her reluctance, the tension in her every step.

She’s not the type to be caught off guard, but I can see the cracks forming. Her world, the one she built so carefully, is crumbling, and it’s not just because of Lucifer. It’s me, too. I’ve dragged all this trouble here.

I’m supposed to be happy about Lucifer’s return. That’s what I was taught, isn’t it?

Demons like me, we were meant to thrive under his rule. But all I can think about is the destruction, the carnage, the lives lost because of his fall.

Why the hell would I want to help him rise again?

And yet, here I am, with Nana, plotting how to find this angel’s reincarnation, the one thing that can bring Lucifer back. I don’t even know where to begin.

What if this key is someone we already know? What if it’s someone I’ve already crossed paths with, someone I’ve hurt? My father’s twisted influence is all over this, and that’s what scares me the most.

I turn to Nana, who’s now standing by the window, staring out at the sky as if she can see the future written in the clouds. “How do we even begin to find the reincarnation?” I ask, my voice quieter than I intended.

She doesn’t turn around at first, and when she finally does, her face is unreadable. “I don’t know, Dyvian. I wish I did.”

I hate that answer. I can feel the frustration rising inside me, but I keep it buried.

We’ve both been around too long to get worked up over every little setback. Still, it doesn’t help that she’s acting like this—like we’re just going to stand here and wait for the answer to magically appear.

“So, what’s our next move?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

Nana sighs, rubbing her forehead like she’s trying to ward off a headache. “We need to talk to someone who might know something. Old contacts. People who might have seen signs of the reincarnation.”

I watch her closely, noting the way her hands shake slightly as she clenches them into fists.

She’s not just worried about the reincarnation. There’s something else, something deeper, something I can’t quite grasp.

“Nana,” I start again, this time with a little more insistence, “You’re not telling me everything. There’s something more to this—about the angel, about Lucifer. You’ve lived through all of this before. You know what’s at stake.”

She flinches, and for a second, I think she might turn and leave, but she doesn’t. Instead, she looks me in the eye, and there’s a flicker of something I can’t name.

“I’ve lived through more than you know,” she says, her voice soft. “But I’ve never had to face something like this. Not this… personal. Finding this reincarnation won’t just be a hunt. It will be a war. One that could cost everything.”

I can feel it then, the pressure of her words settling over us both.

The air in the room thickens, and for the first time, I realize how dangerous everything is. Lucifer’s return isn’t just about power or revenge. It is about everything and everyone falling apart.

I step closer to her, closer than I’ve been in a long time. “Then we’ll fight. We fight together. We don’t have a choice.”

For a brief moment, I see the tension leave her shoulders, but it’s only temporary. I have the uneasy feeling that we are running out of time because she is still considering her options and planning her next course of action.

Nana nods slowly, but the look in her eyes tells me that whatever comes next, it’s going to change everything.

We’re about to begin a hunt that neither of us is prepared for, and I have no idea how it will end. But I do know one thing: I won’t be the one to let Lucifer rise again. Not if I can stop it.

I just don’t know if I’m strong enough to do it.