Origin HQ – Midnight, Underground Training Hall
The doors opened with a slow hiss.
Lucifer stepped in, the Crimson Grimoire clutched in his left hand, tucked close like it was part of his body now. The lights above flickered as if the book's presence alone warped energy. Old power hummed through the floor—quiet, deep, like a pulse from under the earth.
He didn't say a word as he walked into the vast chamber.
Circular. Reinforced. Carved out of bedrock and old vampire sigils. It was built to contain monsters. Even the ceiling held runes etched in obsidian.
A few members of Origin were already there.
Some leaned against pillars. Others watched from the upper balconies. No one interrupted. They knew better. When Lucifer walked in like this—coated in faint blood mist, eyes low, holding something ancient—something always changed.
Alessia stood near the back, arms crossed, cloaked in shadow. Her eyes never left the book.
Lucifer came to a stop in the center.
