The battlefield was eerily quiet, the silence that followed only after the most devastating of storms. The air hung heavy with the acrid stench of burnt earth, blood, and something more—something darker. Scattered across the desolate landscape were the remnants of a fierce battle, the ground littered with broken weapons and shattered hopes. Amidst the wreckage, a lone figure knelt, battered and bruised; but not yet defeated.
Lucifer.
His once proud, brown hair now clung to his forehead in dirty, sweat-soaked strands. His body, once unyielding, now trembled with the effort of staying upright. The mighty Lucifer was brought to his knees at last.
From the shadows, a voice emerged, sharp and dripping with venom. "The great Lucifer, reduced to this? How pathetic," the Sinister One sneered. His eyes, cold and unforgiving, glinted with cruel satisfaction as he gazed down at the fallen warrior. "You were supposed to be the saviour of your people, the last hope of this dying world. And yet here you are, nothing more than a broken toy."
Lucifer's breath caught in his throat, his chest tightening with anger, shame, and despair. He had fought so hard and sacrificed so much, only to end up defeated and alone.
He could feel it, the void beckoning him to give in, to let go. Each breath was a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of how close he was to the end. The world around him faded into a distant blur as if he were slipping away from reality itself.
But just as the abyss threatened to swallow him whole, a faint whisper brushed against his ear, barely audible but unmistakably real. "The Devil has returned," the voice murmured, a ghostly echo that sent a shiver down Lucifer's spine.
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Lucifer’s eyes snapped open,that voice—it wasn’t his own, and yet it resonated with a power that shook him to his core He was not finished. Not yet.
The Sinister One, sensing the shift, turned sharply, his sneer faltering as he scanned the desolate landscape for the source of the voice. But before he could react, a deafening roar erupted from the very earth beneath them, a shockwave of raw power that sent tremors through the ground and cracked the sky above. The sheer force of it was overwhelming as if the world itself had awakened to bear witness to what was to come.
The Sinister One staggered, his confidence momentarily shaken. "What is this?" he demanded, his voice tinged with a desperation he couldn’t quite conceal.
But no answer came—only the sound of the earth groaning in protest and the sky splitting asunder.
And then, as if to confirm his worst fears, the voice returned, louder this time, reverberating through the very soul of the world: "I am back"
Lucifer slowly rose from his knees, the fires of the abyss reflected in his eyes, his presence growing more menacing with every heartbeat.
With a voice that cut through the air like a blade, Lucifer spoke, his words laced with an unsettling calm, "Run while you can."
The Sinister One's face paled, and in that moment, he knew—this was no longer a battle, but a nightmare from which there would be no waking. The Devil had returned, and with him, the world would tremble.
His breath hitched as realization dawned—this was not the End, but the Beginning.