Chapter 117 The Edge of Heaven and Hell
Lucifer’s presence warped the air itself.
Cold swept through the clearing as if the world forgot how to breathe. His eyes two burning storms of red fixed on Dorcas with such intensity that the wind stilled, the leaves froze mid-flutter, and even the shadows recoiled.
Dorcas felt her heartbeat climb up her throat. The ground beneath her gave a subtle shudder, responding to his fury before she even could. She took one small step back, her fingers trembling at her sides. Lucifer wasn’t speaking yet, but the emotion pouring off him pressed against her skin like claws.
“Why did you bring her here?” Lucifer’s voice rolled out, low and dangerous, like a fault line cracking deep beneath the earth. It wasn’t just anger layered in his words. Something else hid behind it something raw, wounded, unspoken. Something Lucifer would rather die than admit he feared.
Nature inhaled sharply. Even she, the calmest of the siblings, could not mask the tremble that fluttered through her fingers. But she lifted her chin, forcing her voice to remain steady.
“I’m sorry, brother.” She drew in another breath. “I summoned her because you touched the sword.”
Lucifer’s jaw tightened, shadows crawling up his arms at the accusation.
“The sword you vowed never to touch again,” Nature continued. Her tone softened, almost breaking. “After the last war between Heaven and Hell, you swore you would never hold it again. But you did, Lucifer. And she” her eyes darted to Selena’s limp body “she is the only one who can stop you.”
Silence fell. Heavy. Suffocating. The kind of silence that gathers before a storm rips the sky apart.
Lucifer didn’t move. Didn’t blink. But the ground beneath him cracked, thin fissures spreading like spiderwebs. If Nature had been anyone else an angel, a demon, a god he would have reduced them to ash for daring to interfere.
But she wasn’t just anyone.
She was his sister.
The only one who could speak to him when he was like this. The only one he allowed near his storms.
He tore his gaze away from her and knelt to gather Selena from the floor. His hands, so used to destruction, moved with surprising gentleness. He lifted her as though she were the last fragile thing in a world built of fire and ruin something he could not afford to break.
“Prepare yourself, Nature,” Lucifer murmured. But even his whisper rumbled like distant thunder. “A war is coming. Heaven and Hell will burn again.”
Shadows curled at his feet, restless serpents drawn to his turmoil. His wings shivered with restrained wrath, dark feathers glowing faintly at the edges.
“I’ll take her away from Earth soon,” he said, shifting Selena in his arms. “Maybe then your powers will settle again.”
Nature’s lips parted perhaps to argue, perhaps to plead but Lucifer’s eyes snapped to hers, stopping her words cold.
“If I were you,” he said, voice sharper than steel, “I wouldn’t mingle in that fight. It has nothing to do with you, little sister.”
The sky responded instantly clouds roiling overhead, lightning crackling in silent bursts.
“Don’t get involved,” he warned. “I won’t show mercy. I don’t have any left… not even for you.”
Nature’s breath hitched, her shoulders trembling. She had never heard him speak like that. Not to her.
Lucifer’s expression softened for only a heartbeat barely a flicker, almost invisible before hardening again.
“The moment you join the war, you stand against me. And Earth” he pointed at the quivering ground, which seemed to pulse beneath them “needs you now. You know what losing this war will cost.”
His wings unfurled behind him, vast and imposing, each feather edged in dark fire. For a moment, he looked like both salvation and doom.
Then
He vanished, slipping into the shadows.
Lucifer appeared in his chamber with a crackle of dark lightning, the air bending around him as reality knit itself back together. The room was dim lit only by the soft glow of ancient runes carved into the black stone walls. They pulsed slowly, as though sensing his arrival… and the unconscious woman in his arms.
Morgana stood in the center of the chamber sorting spell scrolls, but at the sight of Lucifer she froze. Her pupils widened, her breath hitched. The scroll slipped from her fingers and hit the floor without a sound.
“Master…” she whispered, voice trembling. “What what happened?”
Lucifer didn’t answer immediately. His jaw was clenched tight, and the shadows clinging to him trembled like frightened creatures. He carried Selena across the room, his steps silent but heavy with something Morgana couldn’t name. He lowered her onto the bed with a gentleness she had never seen from him a softness that didn’t belong to the King of Demons.
“She appeared in the battleground,” Lucifer said finally, his voice low, strained. “Where Michael and I fought.”
Morgana’s brows shot up. Her wings twitched, feathers snapping softly as shock rippled through her. “But boss… I left her in her room.” She stepped forward, shaking her head in disbelief. “I locked the door myself. I checked twice. How did she get there?”
Lucifer’s expression darkened, the red in his eyes flickering like dying embers. The stone beneath his feet cracked softly.
“Nature summoned her,” he muttered, as if the words tasted bitter on his tongue. He brushed a strand of hair away from Selena’s face, his fingers lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary. “We don’t have time.”
He straightened, the temperature in the room dropping instantly.
“Go,” he commanded. “Bring Dragna. I need him.”
Morgana swallowed hard and nodded. She raised her hand, forming a quick sigil of teleportation. The rune flared, then collapsed inward, pulling her into its fold. She vanished in a swirl of ink-black smoke, leaving behind only a faint ripple of dark magic that shivered through the chamber.
Dragna’s garden smelled of crushed herbs and fire. The Dragon King moved like someone who had lived for centuries slow, deliberate, dangerous. Morgana appeared right behind him.
“Greetings, Dragna, King of Dragons.”
Without turning, he replied, “What is the servant of Lucifer Morningstar doing in my garden?”
“My master needs you. Now.”
Dragna paused, turning slowly. His golden eyes surveyed her with amusement. “What could the mighty Lucifer want from me this time?”
“He needs your herbs… and your blood,” Morgana said. “To save his woman.”
Dragna’s lips curled into a smirk. “His woman…” He plucked one last herb and dusted ash from his hands. “Tell him I’ll come soon. There’s something I must get first.”
Morgana nodded and vanished again.
The moment she disappeared, a soft rustle sounded behind him. A woman stepped from the shadows eyes burning with hatred, lips twisted into a cruel smile.
“So,” she whispered, “Lucifer’s woman… is that my sister?”
The wind in the garden went still.
“I’m going to kill her,” she said.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Thank you so much for diving into this chapter with me! Things are getting intense, and I’m so excited to share this part of the story with you. Lucifer is finally showing sides of himself he keeps buried deep, and Selena’s involvement is beginning to shift everything in ways none of the characters are ready for.
I hope you enjoyed the tension, the emotions, and the little hints of what’s coming next. There’s still so much to uncover, and I can’t wait to take you further into their world.
Thank you for reading, for supporting, and for staying on this journey with me. Your presence here means more than you know.