New Earth.
Lucifer walked down the street like he owned it.
He didn't bother hiding. Didn't fold his presence back into shadow. Crimson light burned in his eyes, his aura spilling freely through the crowd. People turned their heads without knowing why, their instincts screaming that something greater had just stepped into their perfect little world.
He didn't care. He wanted Adam to feel it. To know he was here.
The city stretched high around him—steel and glass, smooth towers catching the sun. Neon lights bled across polished streets, transport pods humming past without sound. It looked clean, untouched. Too clean.
Lucifer let his gaze drift over them. They weren't like the old humans. These ones carried themselves different—shoulders straighter, steps heavier, eyes sharper. Stronger. He could see it even when they tried to hide it. His lips twitched faintly.
Stronger, yes. But whose strength are they walking with? Theirs? Or Adam's?
