Chapter 48 The Vampire Deception
“Only by getting Monica out of that palace can we read her memories,” Hades said, his tone calm but heavy with warning.
Lucifer turned slowly, his crimson eyes locking on Hades. The faint smirk curving the god’s lips told him there was more much more beneath those words.
Hades tilted his head, the firelight from the burning pit casting sharp shadows across his face. “There’s something here I can’t quite see,” he said softly. “But I think Michael’s involved in this.”
Lucifer’s wings twitched. “And why would you say so?” His voice carried the weight of command, cold and edged with suspicion.
“That,” Hades said, smirking again, “I can’t say, King of Hell. But once we get her, you’ll have your answers, Lucifer Morningstar.”
Lucifer’s jaw tightened. “We will meet again soon, Hades.”
He spread his massive, black wings, the gust of wind scattering ashes across the obsidian ground.
“Don’t forget your promise, Lucifer!” Hades called out, his voice echoing like thunder. “Let there be war! I want war! I want to feed on the dead!”
Lucifer turned his head slightly, a dark smirk curling his lips. Without another word, he vanished into a cloud of burning smoke.
Hell welcomed him like an old friend fiery, vast, and restless. The air was thick with the scent of burning souls, and the cries of the damned echoed like a haunting melody from unseen depths. Shadows moved along the molten walls, whispering secrets as Lucifer strode through the infernal corridors.
His boots struck the ground with measured weight, each step sending a tremor through the molten floor. The flames bent toward him, drawn to his presence like worshipers before their god. Power rolled off him in silent waves ancient, untamed, absolute.
The great doors of his throne room groaned open at his approach. Inside, pillars of black stone reached into the smoke-filled ceiling, glowing faintly with the light of imprisoned fire. At the far end, Morgana knelt, her head bowed low, silver hair spilling across the cracked obsidian floor.
“Master, you are back,” she said, her voice trembling despite her effort to sound composed.
Lucifer said nothing as he moved toward his throne. The carved seat of bone and flame seemed to breathe, alive with a heat that mirrored its ruler. He lowered himself onto it slowly, eyes gleaming like dying embers.
“Did you find what you seek?” Morgana asked, her head still bowed.
For a moment, only the sound of burning filled the silence. Then Lucifer’s voice came, deep and low, each word dripping with restrained fury.
“Yes. I found what I seek. Monica is still alive Selena’s mother.”
Morgana’s head snapped up. Shock rippled through her features. “That’s impossible, Master. She died long ago”
Lucifer’s glare silenced her. “No,” he said, voice sharp as a blade. “She cannot die. She lives because she was the first mortal to walk into Crimson Eden.”
The words lingered in the air like a curse.
Morgana hesitated, fear flashing behind her eyes. “Then where is she now?”
“She’s being held captive by Luca.”
Lucifer leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, the firelight cutting harsh shadows across his face. “Have you captured that Dragna I asked for?”
“Yes, my Lord.” She raised her hand, whispering an incantation. The air rippled, and a chained creature materialized small, twisted, eyes wide with terror. It writhed against its bindings, the metal hissing where it touched its flesh.
Lucifer’s gaze fixed on it. He rose slowly, descending the steps of his throne, each movement deliberate. “Strange…” he murmured. “Its essence feels tainted.”
The Dragna whimpered as he stopped before it. The smell of fear rolled off its skin.
Lucifer lifted a hand, fingers tracing a glowing symbol in the air. Power surged, ancient and raw. The creature screamed as its body convulsed, bones cracking, flesh stretching. With a sickening twist, it transformed into a vampire pale, trembling, gasping for air.
Lucifer’s smirk was pure malice. “So. Someone dared use magic in the vampire realm.” He began to circle the vampire, eyes burning like liquid gold. “How… dare they trick me.”
The vampire tried to speak, but Lucifer moved too fast. His hand shot forward, pressing against its skull. A pulse of dark energy erupted, and the vampire’s head shattered blood splattering across the black stone floor.
Silence followed. The flames dimmed, almost in reverence.
Lucifer stood over the remains, breathing steady, his hand dripping red. “No one deceives me,” he said softly. “And lives to tell the tale.”
He wiped the blood from his palm, the motion slow, deliberate. Behind him, Morgana kept her gaze on the ground, her heartbeat the only sound beside the crackle of fire.
Then his voice came again, cold and resolute. “I’ll be visiting the vampire realm soon. Let their courts prepare. They have no idea what’s coming.”
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