Origin HQ
Dimly Lit. Soundproof. No exit but the door behind her.
The red light on the camera blinked steadily.
Luna Rae stood behind the mic stand, palms slick, throat dry, her camera crew stationed nervously at the edges of the room. The chairs were set. The lighting was perfect.
But she wasn't.
Across from her, sitting like a king in shadows, was him.
Lucifer Origin.
The Devil. The Vampire Lord. Leader of the Origin Clan.
He looked far too calm for someone who had just slaughtered Resistance bases around the world.
Black coat. Boots polished. His eyes glowed faintly in the low light—crimson, bored, dangerous.
And then he spoke.
"Why do you look afraid?" Lucifer said, head tilting lazily. "I thought this was what you always wanted?"
Luna stiffened.
Her lips trembled slightly as she gripped the mic. "I… I did. I mean—yes. I do."
He raised a brow.
