"Adam brat."
The voice cut through the silent gravity like a knife through wet cloth. Calm. Feminine. Laced with ancient boredom and quiet disdain.
Lucifer felt the oppressive weight pressing him into the ground loosen slightly. His breath trembled out in a shaking exhale as his knees nearly buckled under him. Luna clung tighter to his coat, her tear-streaked face buried against his chest.
Adam tilted his head faintly. His golden eyes flickered with vague amusement as the air behind Lucifer rippled. The wind died. The ash froze mid-air. And from the fading distortion stepped Lilith.
Her heels clicked softly against the cracked asphalt, each step echoing louder than the roaring storm above. Her black dress drifted behind her in silent ripples of shadow, licking across the dying ground with quiet hunger. Long crimson hair spilled down her back in thick waves, flickering with faint embers of dark light that pulsed in time with her slow, unhurried steps.
