Chapter 54 When Angels Sin
Morgana reached for the cage, her hand trembling as her fingers brushed the shimmering barrier. A heartbeat later, something invisible lashed out. The force slammed into her chest, flinging her backward like a rag doll. She crashed against the wall with a sickening thud, the air bursting from her lungs as pain ricocheted through every bone in her body.
Lucifer’s eyes snapped toward her, his expression breaking for just a second shock, raw and unmasked. It was rare to see him unsettled, but this… this was different. The power that had thrown Morgana wasn’t ordinary. It pulsed through the air, wild and defiant, as if something within that cage dared to challenge the Lord of Hell himself.
Slowly, Lucifer turned his gaze back to the cage. His steps echoed, deliberate, the air around him trembling with restrained power. Morgana groaned, dragging herself off the floor, her breath coming out in shallow gasps.
With a flick of his finger, the cage shattered into a thousand fragments of light. The air rippled as the spell broke, and Monica’s limp body slumped forward inside.
Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. A faint glow clung to her like smoke an aura soft and golden. Not of this world. He felt it in his veins the moment he stepped closer… the unmistakable touch of Heaven.
The power of an angel.
He stopped breathing. The energy that had repelled Morgana was something ancient, something he hadn’t felt in centuries. His jaw tightened as realization clawed its way into his thoughts. Michael.
His brother’s essence.
His brother’s power.
The one being who once stood beside him and later became his greatest enemy.
A crooked smile tugged at Lucifer’s lips. “How could I not sense you before, brother?” he murmured to himself. “Have I grown that blind?”
Morgana limped toward him, clutching her side. “Master,” she rasped, “what kind of power is that?”
Lucifer’s gaze didn’t waver from Monica. “I smell Michael’s voice in the air,” he said quietly, his tone dripping with irony.
Morgana’s face twisted. “Michael? Could he be behind this?”
Lucifer’s laugh rumbled low in his chest a sound too sharp to be amused, too bitter to be sane. “If Michael wanted a fight,” he murmured, voice curling like smoke, “he’d come for me himself. He doesn’t hide behind mortals.” His eyes darkened, a crimson gleam cutting through the dim light. “Unless, of course… he’s hiding something far greater beneath her.”
He sank to one knee beside Monica. Her lips were pale, her breath a fragile tremor against the stillness. The scent of ash and blood clung to her skin. For a fleeting moment so quick it almost didn’t exist his expression softened. “You’ve lingered too long in this realm,” he whispered, brushing his fingers across her forehead. “You shouldn’t be here.”
The touch sparked like lightning. Power rippled outward, humming through the air as his essence sank into hers. The connection opened then burst. A flood of images, sensations, memories. They didn’t drift into his mind they stormed through it.
Suddenly, the dungeon vanished.
He was standing in a place bathed in gold. The air shimmered with warmth, thick with the hum of something divine. Crimson Eden.
There—Monica. Kneeling before a stone altar, clutching a swaddled infant to her chest. Her shoulders shook as she prayed, words tumbling from trembling lips. Tears traced down her cheeks, catching the golden light like liquid glass.
Then the light shifted. A shadow fell over her bright, sharp, holy.
Wings unfurled above, silver and endless.
“Hello, mere human.”
The voice cut through the air like a blade. Michael descended, each beat of his wings stirring the ground into a swirl of dust and light. “What are you doing here?”
Monica froze. Fear twisted her features as she held her daughter closer. “Please,” she stammered, “don’t hurt us. I only came to pray… to protect her.”
Lucifer’s breath hitched as the scene deepened. The archangel’s glow was blinding, yet there was something cruel beneath that radiance. Michael’s gaze swept over the woman and child as though weighing their worth.
“This ground is forbidden,” he said, voice echoing through the valley. “You’ve defiled it.”
“I—I’m sorry,” Monica pleaded, her voice breaking. “Tell me how to make it right.”
Michael’s expression softened but it was the softness of a blade right before it cuts. He stepped closer to the altar. His wings folded, silver feathers glinting with an edge that wasn’t light at all. “To amend it,” he murmured, “we make a pact.”
Lucifer’s pulse quickened. He could feel it the twist in the air, the deceit hidden beneath holiness.
Michael turned to the child. One feather sharpened into a point. He pressed it gently to Selena’s tiny finger. A drop of blood welled, then fell slow, perfect onto the altar stone. It glowed where it landed, the same spot Lucifer had once marked with his own blood centuries ago.
And then came the smile.
Cold. Measured. Too satisfied for Heaven.
“She is my weapon.”
The words echoed like thunder before everything shattered.
Lucifer gasped, the vision collapsing in a storm of fire and light. He staggered backward, wings flaring wide, the force of his rage shaking the air. Shadows bled from the walls, curling at his feet.
“So,” he whispered, his voice trembling with fury and disbelief, “you’ve been part of this all along, brother.”
He lifted his gaze toward the unseen heavens, the corners of his lips twitching into something far too calm.
“What are you planning, Michael?”
Author’s Note:
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