Chapter 77 Unseen Threats
“I have a way to make her help us… without her even knowing it,” Dreams said, his voice low, smooth, a dangerous whisper that seemed to make the shadows lean closer. The air itself felt heavier, charged with something electric the calm before a storm.
Michael’s grin stretched, sharp and predatory, teeth catching the dim light like knives. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes gleaming. “Tell me.”
Dreams reclined, letting the shadows swallow him, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest. “You know what I do, Michael. I pull humans into my realm, away from the monotony of reality. I let them live lives they crave futures they could never reach while awake.” His gaze drifted, dark and distant, before snapping back with a faint, knowing smile. “I’ve always worked with Nature our sister. But lately… she’s been hiding something.”
Michael’s brow creased, a flicker of unease passing through his calculating eyes. “Hiding what?”
Dreams’ lips twisted. “Nature moves through the dream world as she pleases. But recently… she hasn’t. She’s even stopping humans from entering. There’s a shift a crack in her control.”
He leaned closer, voice dropping to a near hiss. “I did something reckless. I entered her dream her sanctuary. Watched her as she navigated her own power, unaware. And I found it.” He let the words hang, heavy and deliberate. “Her weakness. Dorcas has a weak point, and she only just realized it herself.”
Michael’s frown deepened. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “Weak point?”
“Rain dreams,” Dreams said casually, but the words landed like stones, sharp enough to leave bruises. Michael blinked, confusion etched into every line of his face. “She can barely control them.”
Michael’s lips pressed together. “Explain.”
Dreams leaned forward, his eyes glinting with dark certainty. “Nature is faltering. Her power is slipping. And Lucifer… he knows it. She’s always relied on him. Without her full strength… she’s dangerous not just to him, but to herself. One wrong move, one lost moment of control… and everything changes.”
Michael’s grin twisted into something colder, more dangerous, as if the thought itself thrilled him. “Without Nature… without humans on Earth, Lucifer loses most of his strength. Humans feed him. And if she’s weakening…” He let the words linger, letting the room taste the tension. “…then she’s unpredictable. Dangerous in ways he isn’t ready for.”
Dreams’ smirk was sly, knowing, deliberate. “Exactly. We don’t have to touch her, don’t have to corner her. We just need to push make her angry, make her lose focus, make her doubt herself. And we know her weakness. Her anger… that’s Lucifer’s greatest vulnerability.”
Michael’s eyes glinted like steel in the dim light, every nerve taut, every muscle coiled. “I like it,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “Then we do it.”
LUCIFER CHAMPER
In the dimly lit chamber, Lucifer and Morgana were buried in files, the silence broken only by the occasional scrape of parchment. The faint flicker of candlelight cast long shadows that danced across the walls, and the air smelled faintly of old wood and wax.
The door creaked open, a subtle draft following it in, carrying the scent of wildflowers and fresh earth. The sudden movement stirred the papers on the desk, a quiet warning of intrusion.
Lucifer didn’t look up. He already knew. His voice cut through the quiet, low and measured, tinged with surprise. “Sister. Never expected you here. It’s… been too many years.”
Dorcas stepped in, her shoulders squared, her gaze unflinching. “And you never asked about your younger sister. Is that fair?”
Lucifer finally lifted his eyes. For a moment, time seemed to stretch, the distance between them filled with unspoken words. Then, without hesitation, he rose from his seat and pulled her into a firm hug. “I missed you,” she whispered, the faint tremor in her voice betraying a lifetime of absence.
“I always missed you too, little sister,” he replied, holding her a moment longer, as if memorizing her presence. Then he released her, the tension lingering between them like a coiled spring. “What brings you to my domain?”
Dorcas’ eyes flicked to Morgana, who had risen gracefully, bowing with a practiced elegance. “It’s been a while, Morgana,” she said, her tone calm, but her eyes sharp.
“The honor is mine, Queen of Nature,” Morgana replied, her voice smooth, controlled. She excused herself silently, leaving a charged stillness behind, the weight of her absence pressing on the room.
Dorcas lowered herself into a chair, her posture deliberate, steady, but the intensity in her gaze betrayed the urgency she felt. She didn’t avert her eyes from Lucifer. “Brother… can I see her?”
Lucifer’s brows knitted, confusion flickering in his eyes. “Who?”
“Selena,” she said, calm, deliberate, each word measured.
Lucifer’s frown deepened, the room seeming to grow colder with the unspoken implications. “And why now?”
Dorcas’ lips curved into a faint, knowing smile, though her eyes remained sharp, calculating. “Since she returned to Earth, her power… it’s waning. When you took her to Hell, it was restored but now… she’s losing control again.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Hey lovely readers,
Thank you so much for sticking with me through this twisty, suspense-filled chapter. Your support, comments, and love for these characters keep me going every single day. I had so much fun writing this part the scheming, the tension, the secrets unfolding and I hope it had you on the edge of your seat as much as it did me while writing it!
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