The world burned around him as he moved.
Lucifer drifted through the crumbling streets like silent mist, his white hair flicking against his cheeks in the biting wind. Shattered skyscrapers leaned against each other like broken teeth under a dying sky streaked with black lightning. Fires burned in the distance, their orange glow flickering against walls cracked and split open by deep quakes that shook the earth to its veins.
He felt it. The heartbeat of the planet slowing further with each passing second. The trembling pulse fading under Adam's quiet, endless consumption.
His feet touched cracked asphalt as he stepped into what was once Madison Avenue. Cars lay overturned and burned out. Bodies slumped against the sidewalks, their souls already fled. Dust and ash swirled around him, sticking to his pale skin and streaking his bloodstained coat.
Then he saw her.
Luna.
