Seraphina angrily took a step forward.
The void around Lucifer reacted instantly, light bending, and even those fallen halos of the dead angels trembled —as if reality itself expected slaughter.
But Lucifer raised a single lazy finger.
She stopped.
Her brows knit together, a rare frown creasing her perfect features. Restraint was not something saraphina enjoyed. Not when one of his servants had just been erased so publicly.
And yet,
Lucifer did not look at the battlefield. He did not even look at Earth.
It was as if his attention was somewhere else, or rather, waiting for someone else.
And then as if enlightened by an idea, he simply spoke. "Not yet, my dear."
His wings shifted slightly, all six pairs unfurling just enough to blot out stars.
"The first kill on the chessboard does not guarantee the win." he advised.
As if to imply that he was sitting across a worthy opponent.
