The ground cracked beneath Lucifer's boots as he walked forward, slow and smooth, toward the growing swarm of vampires and werewolves. His hands stayed in his pockets, head slightly tilted, gold eyes shining under the moon's broken light.
Behind him, chaos reigned.
Blades clashed. Magic ripped the air. Blood painted the pavement in streaks and pools. But Lucifer… he barely looked around.
He stopped in the center of it all.
Alone.
The Elders noticed first. The Omegas didn't care. They were rage in fur and muscle. They saw one man standing still and went for the throat.
The first one came in low, claws dragging through the ground like plows. Huge. Black fur, thick shoulders. Drool dripping from razor teeth. It launched.
Lucifer didn't move.
BOOM.
The wolf's claw missed. A golden flash of energy erupted from Lucifer's foot, launching the beast backward mid-pounce. The Omega skipped across the ground like a flat rock on water, leaving cracked lines with every bounce.
