The golden halls of Heaven gleamed under radiant light, serene and orderly, untouched by the chaos below. Angels moved gracefully through the corridors, carrying out their duties with quiet diligence. Yet even here, a ripple of unease ran through the divine plane.
An assistant, a young seraph with trembling wings, hurried through the marble corridors, robes fluttering with each stride. His eyes burned with urgency. He reached the inner sanctum, where Lucifer stood, his presence calm yet commanding, a subtle aura of authority rippling through the air.
"Lord Lucifer," the assistant gasped, bowing low. "Hell… it's in chaos. The throne of Hades is under attack. The Red-Eyed One… he has gone to confront him directly. The demons are rioting, and Igron is… engaged."
Lucifer's gaze sharpened, golden eyes narrowing. A slow, deliberate smile formed on his lips. "Interesting," he murmured, voice low, almost amused. "The Red-Eyed One is making his move. Hell burns… and yet, he walks the corridors like a king among ashes. Very well. Let us see what unfolds."
The assistant's wings twitched nervously. "Lord… should we intervene? Hades' power… it is—"
Lucifer held up a hand, silencing him. "No," he said calmly. "This is not a battle to interrupt, but to observe. If the Red-Eyed One succeeds, the balance of all realms will shift. If he fails…" His eyes gleamed with a dangerous curiosity. "…we shall act. But for now, Heaven watches. And I watch most closely."
The seraph swallowed, uncertainty flickering across his features, but he dared not speak further. Lucifer's presence alone was a warning that Heaven was far from passive, yet even the might of angels would have to wait to intervene.
Below, Hell burned, the Red-Eyed One advancing, chains discarded, Bone Blade abandoned, Gravekeeper magic flaring — and Lucifer's eyes followed every flicker of crimson energy across the planes.