...The ground still trembled from the aftershocks of the chaos that had swept the Underworld. Shattered spires and rivers of molten brimstone glowed faintly in the gloom, the realm itself seeming to bend beneath the weight of its new sovereign.
Lucifer stood motionless amidst the ruin, his presence alone enough to command silence from the legions that dared not even breathe in his shadow. His gaze was fixed far above, toward a place unseen, his voice dripping with both venom and longing as he spoke, "Next, we conquer Demeter."
At once, one of the angels at his side lowered herself to one knee. Seraphina—the now Bright Ash, his most loyal right hand—pressed her fist against the scorched earth, her golden hair glimmering with unholy black fire as she bowed her head.
All the fallen angels had risen in power, as a result of Lucifer's rise. But his closest officers got the greatest boost.
