Chapter 141 Immortals Are Bound
Lucifer stood at the edge of the obsidian balcony, one hand resting against stone warm with Hell’s pulse. Above him, the sky burned in slow, bleeding shades of red, clouds drifting like embers that never cooled. Below, the realm writhed rivers of lava crawling through blackened valleys, towers rising and sinking as if the land itself breathed.
None of it held his attention.
Before him, suspended in the air, a vision shimmered.
Selena.
She crossed a small, sunlit room in the mortal realm, unaware of the gaze fixed upon her. Her fingers moved through her hair as she braided it, the motion absent, practiced. She paused near the window, light spilling across her face, her expression distant as though she were listening for something that never came.
Her hand lifted.
Magic stirred.
Invisible lines traced themselves through the air beneath her fingertips, slow and instinctive. The symbols curved, reshaped, softened until they formed the same image they always did.
His eyes.
Lucifer’s jaw tightened, though his expression never changed.
Footsteps echoed behind him.
“You’ve been watching her like this for years,” Morgana said, stopping at his side. The quiet tap of her staff against the stone broke the stillness. “More than two years since the war ended. You never go to her. You never let her see you.”
Lucifer remained motionless. The vision did not waver.
“You stay hidden,” Morgana continued, her voice lowering, as though the words themselves carried weight. “And yet you never look away. Aren’t you punishing yourself, Master?”
The air thickened. Even the distant roar of Hell seemed to fade.
Lucifer’s fingers curled slightly against the balcony edge.
“At the wrong moment,” he said at last, his voice controlled, precise, “truth becomes a weapon.”
Morgana studied the side of his face, searching for something he refused to show. “Then when will the moment be right?”
The image shifted.
Selena sat by the window now, charcoal dust darkening her fingers as she bent over a sketchbook. She hesitated, as if sensing something, then continued. One page turned. Then another.
Each one revealed the same face.
Sharp lines. Dark eyes. A mouth she had never touched—yet somehow knew.
“She has changed,” Morgana said quietly. “She smiles differently now. Stronger. And when she uses magic…” She paused, letting the silence stretch between them.
“She always draws you.”
Lucifer’s jaw tightened, a barely visible shift that sent heat rippling through the air around him.
He raised his hand.
Not quickly. Not to threaten.
Slowly deliberately as though whatever rested there carried weight even he did not fully command.
“What do you see?” he asked.
Morgana’s gaze followed the motion despite herself.
The moment her eyes touched his palm, the color drained from her face.
She took an instinctive step back.
Woven against his skin was a single thread of light, thin as breath yet impossible to ignore. It glowed softly, ancient in its presence, pulsing with a rhythm that did not belong to him alone steady, patient, alive.
“No,” Morgana whispered.
The word scraped from her throat. “That can’t be”
Her breath faltered. Her grip tightened on her staff. “You are immortal. You were never meant to”
“A mate,” Lucifer said, his voice calm enough to be cruel.
The thread shuddered, flaring faintly at the sound, as if answering him.
“It appeared after the war,” he continued. “When the heavens burned and the realms were torn apart.” His fingers closed around the light, though it slipped through them untouched. “I woke with it bound to me.”
A pause.
“Bound to her.”
Morgana swallowed hard. “That breaks every law written since creation. You were formed beyond such bonds.”
“I know.”
Lucifer’s lips curved, sharp and joyless. “I tried to erase it.”
Flame erupted from his fist white-hot, violent before vanishing as quickly as it came, leaving the thread unscathed.
“Fire. Void. Divine seals,” he said. “Nothing even scarred it.”
The silence that followed pressed in.
“There is only one being who can weave a bond like this,” Lucifer went on. “And he has always favored games.”
Morgana hesitated before speaking again. “I searched the prophecy vaults. Every sealed record. Every forbidden text.” She shook her head slowly. “There’s nothing. No warning. No ending written.”
Lucifer’s eyes darkened, something dangerous settling behind them.
“That,” he said quietly, “makes it worse.”
The air around him grew heavy, heat rolling outward in unseen waves. Stone creaked beneath their feet. “If my father believes he can move pieces without consequence,” Lucifer added, “he’s mistaken.”
Morgana glanced toward the suspended image of Selena, her expression tightening. “If she’s part of this game…” Her voice dropped. “Her body may not withstand divine power.”
Lucifer turned at last.
“How far has she come?”
“She no longer hesitates,” Morgana replied. “Fear doesn’t slow her the way it once did. Her magic answers faster now. Cleaner.” A brief nod. “She’s ready for the Thunder Trial.”
The chamber doors groaned open before Lucifer could respond.
A demon dropped to one knee, wings scraping against the floor. “My Lord. You have a visitor.”
Lucifer’s gaze sharpened. “Who?”
“King Luca,” the demon said. “We placed him in the dungeon, but he continues to demand an audience.”
A slow smile curved Lucifer’s mouth.
“Bring him.”
The demon dissolved into shadow.
Lucifer turned back toward the balcony, the mate thread pulsing once more against his skin.
“To come to Hell willingly,” he murmured, eyes gleaming, “after everything he’s done…”
His smile faded.
“A traitor never learns.”
The flames rose again hotter this time.
“And tonight,” Lucifer said softly, “he dies.”
AUTHOR’S NOTE
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