Lucifer's feet touched down on cold marble.
The shift was instant.
One moment, he'd vanished from the throne room. The next, he was standing in the center of Valena's home. The quiet hum of magic still lingered in the walls, but it was nothing compared to what clung to him now.
The others were already there.
Luna stood slightly behind him, her steps light but wary, eyes sweeping the faces around the room. She said nothing, but she was close. Closer than most. That meant something.
Clone Lucifer stood by the window, watching.
The fifteen seats of the Origin Clan were scattered around the space—each one silent, each one carrying the kind of presence that bent gravity. Zane leaned against a stone column with arms folded, crimson glow in his eyes. Anita stood at attention, cold and calm, but her sharp gaze didn't miss anything. Alessia was half-shadow already, blending into the darker corners of the room.
Rey and Vina stood near the edge. They were quiet, but not out of place.
