"That's why you have to come with me."
Lucifer's voice trembled quietly as he held Luna against his chest. The world around them roared with dying storms, the sky flickering with dark lightning that illuminated their broken silhouettes against the crumbling cityscape. Ash drifted down like snow, landing in silent layers across their hair and shoulders.
Luna pressed her face into his coat, sobbing softly. Her fingers curled tighter around the torn fabric, refusing to let go.
"But… but what about them…?" she whispered, her voice breaking with quiet grief. "What about these people… these children… these mothers… what about them…?"
Lucifer closed his eyes. His wings trembled faintly as he tightened his grip around her shoulders. The weight in his chest burned deeper with every passing second, pulsing with grief and silent rage he couldn't release.
