Chapter 114 The Day Nature Challenged Hell
Dorcas stepped out of the storm like it was opening a path just for her. The wind coiled around her legs, lifting her hair, tugging at her clothes as if urging her forward. Each step she took made the soaked earth crack beneath her bare feet, spiderweb lines of energy spreading outward. Lightning licked along her fingers, twisting and curling, restless and alive, like serpents hungry for release.
Her eyes never left the figure standing ahead of her.
Lucifer.
Her gaze cold, sharp, unblinking cut through the sheets of rain. Even the thunder seemed to wait for her next breath.
“Lucifer,” she whispered, her voice low and trembling with controlled fury.
The storm seemed to hush itself just to listen.
“What have you done?”
Thunder finally responded, snarling across the sky like a wounded beast. The ground shivered with the force.
Lucifer turned, slow and deliberate, as though he had been expecting her all along. Rain slid down his face in thin, shining streaks. But the moment his eyes met hers those wild, glowing green eyes his expression tightened. He knew what that color meant. It meant the forest, the rivers, the skies, every living thing that answered to Dorcas… had turned violent.
It meant Nature was angry.
And nature’s anger was never small.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you like this,” he said over the growing winds. His tone was almost amused, but there was a tremor beneath it. “Why are you angry with your own brother?”
Dorcas didn’t speak. The storm behind her roared louder as she walked toward him. Lightning trailed at her heels. The wind circled her like a loyal beast.
Then her foot hit something soft.
She froze.
Her gaze dropped. Rain splashed against pale skin. A small hand, limp. Lips turning blue. Hair plastered against a tiny forehead.
Andrew.
Dorcas’s breath caught. She dropped to her knees so fast the ground shuddered. Her hands shook as she lifted the child into her arms. The storm mimicked her tremble wind stuttering, rain shifting, roots rising from the dirt as if trying to hold the boy too.
Her voice broke. “How dare you kill him.”
Lucifer didn’t move, didn’t flinch. He only looked at her at her shaking shoulders, her hair clinging to her face, her fingers curled around Andrew’s cold body. But his eyes held no remorse.
“I didn’t kill him,” he said calmly. “Why should I? There’s no fun in that. His mother killed him.”
Dorcas inhaled sharply, her chest heaving with disbelief and fury.
“He is Michael’s son,” she whispered, staring at Andrew’s still face. “He is our brother’s son.”
The heavens answered her with violence.
Thunder cracked so loud the ground split at her feet. Lightning shot through the sky, the air itself burning with her rage, as if the universe was screaming on her behalf.
Lucifer tilted his head, rain sliding down his jaw, the faintest hint of amusement pulling at his mouth. “You never told me where the boy was. And now you’re angry that a demigod one that was never meant to exist is dead?”
Dorcas didn’t answer. Her silence was heavier than thunder.
She lowered Andrew’s body onto the ground with a tenderness that made the storm tremble. The earth shifted beneath her touch, softening, rising, as if trying to cradle the child one last time. She brushed a thumb across his cheek, then stood.
Slowly. Deliberately.
The air tightened around her, dense and humming with power. Leaves swirled up her legs in a spiraling rush. Vines coiled around her arms, blooming with glowing green veins. The soil cracked at her feet like something ancient had been stepped on too hard.
Nature wasn’t just reacting to her fury.
It was preparing her.
“I, Dorcas, Queen of Nature,” she said, her voice vibrating through the storm, “challenge you, Lucifer.”
Lucifer examined his nails as though she had offered him a boring chore. “I’m not interested in fighting you, sister.”
Dorcas’s lips curled into a chilling smile. “Are you scared I’ll hurt you, brother?”
Lightning flashed in her eyes. It wasn’t just magic it was rage. Pure, wild, untamed rage. Behind her, the forest shook so violently that trees bent backward, their branches twisting under an energy far older than both of them.
“You stood by and watched him grow,” she whispered, but the pain in her voice struck harder than the thunder above. “I thought… after everything… that you’d love him even a little.”
The storm fell silent for a heartbeat.
Then her voice hardened like stone.
“But you’re nothing but darkness. You are Lucifer. King of Hell. A creature who sacrifices humans for a sword that will never fill the emptiness inside you.”
For the first time, Lucifer’s calm shattered.
Flames burst from his shoulders, licking up his neck, turning the rain to steam as it touched him. His eyes burned red.
“Careful, little sister,” he growled, the ground vibrating beneath his voice. “I might help you lose that sharp tongue.”
Before Dorcas could answer, another voice cut through the storm steady, hot, and strong.
“No. You won’t.”
The air shifted instantly warmth pushing back the cold storm winds. Lucifer didn’t turn; he didn’t need to. He recognized that heat.
Fire meeting lightning.
Michael emerged from the shadows, wings unfurling in one powerful motion. The clap of his feathers sent a shockwave through the field. His sword burned bright enough to light the dark rain, flames dripping from the blade like molten gold.
Lightning threaded through his wings, crackling with his fury, each spark responding to his heartbeat.
“This fight,” Michael said, eyes locked on his brother, “is between us.”
Lucifer finally glanced over his shoulder, a slow smirk stretching across his face.
“I knew you’d show up soon… brother.”
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Thank you so much for reading this chapter! I honestly can’t wait to hear what you think because this was one of the most intense scenes I’ve written so far. Dorcas, Lucifer, and Michael finally standing face-to-face whew, the storm was no joke!
Tell me, whose side are you on after this chapter? Dorcas with her unstoppable nature powers, or Lucifer with his fire and darkness? Or maybe Michael, stepping in like the big brother he is?
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