Chapter 116 The Dark Sword Awakens
“I know what you did with our sister,” Dorcas said, her voice trembling, but not with fear fury coiled tightly, restrained but ready to strike. “But don’t think for a second that she is weak.”
Lucifer’s hand hovered over the Dark Sword. The blade seemed to drink in the stormlight, reflecting flashes of lightning as if it had a life of its own. This was the same sword that had torn through armies during the war between Heaven and Hell a sword that had once carried a vow of peace he had sworn never to break. Now, it throbbed with dark energy, hungry, poised to unleash devastation.
Nature instinctively stepped back. Even the wind seemed to shiver, carrying whispers of fear. Rain pelted down, bouncing off the ground in harsh, staccato rhythm, but around Lucifer, the storm bent to his presence. It thickened, tense and electric, as if the world itself recognized the danger he carried.
Lucifer’s gaze snapped to Michael. His eyes burned with a heat that made the shadows around him writhe. “You want war?” His voice was low at first, a simmering growl, then it rolled out like thunder across the battlefield. Flames curled around his feet, licking the earth, black smoke rising in angry spirals. “Then I will give you one.”
Michael’s wings unfolded with a crack that split the air. Sparks danced along the edges of his feathers, and his sword hummed as it drew power from the storm itself. A jagged bolt of lightning leapt from its tip, tearing through the rain toward Lucifer.
Lucifer’s lips curled into a smirk, unshaken. “Is that all you have, brother?”
The moment their swords met, the world seemed to shatter. Sparks flew, lightning and fire colliding in a blinding cascade of energy. The force of the impact sent tremors rippling through the ground, cracks spider-webbing outward. The air filled with the scent of ozone and burning earth, and the rain hissed as it struck the infernal heat surrounding Lucifer.
Michael staggered, the edge of his sword shaking in his grip. Blood welled at the corner of his mouth, tiny rivulets running down his jaw, mixing with the rain. His chest heaved violently, each breath a struggle against the storm raging inside him, a storm he could barely contain.
Lucifer pressed forward, the Dark Sword slicing through the rain-soaked air like a living shadow. Sparks trailed behind each movement, a deadly dance that made the world around them quiver. Michael’s knees buckled slightly, the ground beneath him scarred and smoking from the clash of their power.
Dorcas swallowed hard, the taste of iron sharp in her mouth. The prophecy twisted around them like living smoke, winding through the storm, heavy and insistent. Every beat of her heart felt like a drum heralding doom. Lucifer had drawn the sword he had vowed never to touch and nothing, not even the combined forces of Heaven and Hell, could stand in his way now.
Her eyes darted from her two brothers to the chaos erupting around them. Fire licked the edges of the battlefield, lightning cracked across the sky, and the earth itself trembled under the weight of their power. Neither side would yield. If this continued, Heaven and Hell would collide in a storm that could unmake the world. Only one person had the power to pierce through the tempest, to calm the fury threatening to consume everything: Selena. Hemilune blood.
Dorcas pressed her hands to the rain-slicked earth, feeling its pulse beneath her fingers, the heartbeat of the world itself. She closed her eyes, drawing in the energy of the land. “Earth,” she whispered, her voice trembling but firm. “I summon you. Bring Selena, the Hemilune blood, to me. Now.”
The winds answered her call, spiraling upward in sudden spirals that tossed rain in wild arcs. Dust and leaves whipped around her, forming a vortex of motion. In a flash of light and a gust that knocked her hair back, Selena appeared, stumbling as though dragged by the wind itself.
Terror painted her face in stark relief. Her eyes widened as they fell on Lucifer standing a few paces away, the Dark Sword gleaming in his hands. He was carved from shadow and fire, a living nightmare, the storm bending around him as though afraid to touch him.
“Calm down, child,” Dorcas said, stepping forward, her voice gentle but unwavering. “I called you. You are needed now.”
Selena’s lips parted, voice trembling. “You… you’re the lady from my dreams,” she whispered, awe and fear mixing in her tone. Her knees threatened to buckle, but the vortex of wind held her steady.
“That can wait,” Dorcas said firmly. “Right now, I need you to stop him. He will listen to you, Selena. You are the only one who can.”
Selena’s gaze flicked to Lucifer, her entire body quivering, eyes wide and uncomprehending. “I… I can’t,” she murmured, barely audible over the roar of thunder and the crackle of electricity.
“Just call his name,” Dorcas urged, her hands pressed to the earth as if drawing power from it. “That’s all it takes. He will hear you.”
Selena swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She took a tentative step forward, each footfall trembling like a leaf in a gale. “Lucifer…” she called, her voice shaking, fragile yet carried across the storm, slicing through the roar of wind and fire.
Before she could take another step, Michael moved faster than thought, a jagged streak of lightning striking her from above. She hit the ground with a gasp, pain shooting through her ribs as she curled around herself, clutching her side. Rain stung her face, mingling with blood and sweat, and the wind howled around her like an angry beast.
Lucifer’s eyes widened. His body coiled, muscles tensing as though the storm itself ran through his veins. Then, with the sudden force of a hurricane, he surged forward, fire trailing every step. He scooped her up in his arms, moving with surprising gentleness, cradling her against his chest even as the air around them crackled with fury.
His roar split the sky like thunder, shaking the earth beneath them. “You touch her, and I will bring war upon Heaven itself!”
Michael blurred in retreat, wings slicing the storm-tossed air as he fled, his retreating form barely visible through the swirling chaos. Lucifer held Selena close, eyes burning with unrestrained fury, the storm around him a living extension of his rage.
The ground trembled under their feet. Fire licked at cracks in the battlefield, lightning danced like wild serpents across the sky. The world seemed to hold its breath. Heaven and Hell teetered on the brink of annihilation, and only one truth remained: nothing would ever be the same again.
AUTHOR NOTE
Hey lovely readers,
Wow, what a chapter, right? Things are heating up, and Lucifer has just unleashed a part of himself we’ve never seen before. I had so much fun writing this intense clash and the chaos swirling around our characters it really tested my imagination!
I’d love to hear what you think about Selena’s first confrontation with Lucifer and how the prophecy is coming into play. Do you think she’ll be able to calm him down, or is war inevitable?
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