The elevator doors slid open, revealing the dim, lavish atmosphere of Lux. I stepped out, ready to brief Lucifer on the latest case. But as I turned the corner, a gasp caught in my throat.

Before me, Maze and Lucifer were locked in a struggle, their movements swift and ferocious. In an instant, both of them froze. Maze's gaze sharpened, but it was Lucifer’s expression that caught me off guard. His face was… altered, something dark and otherworldly flickering just beneath the surface, like fire flashing in his eyes and his skin revealing a monstrous truth. Horror and shame fought for dominance in his expression as he registered my stare, the proud, confident Devil suddenly looking… vulnerable.

In the heavy silence, I struggled to breathe, my heart racing as I took in the raw reality of who he truly was. For the first time, I saw Lucifer, not as a charming rogue, but as the Devil himself. And the look on his face said everything—he feared how I would see him now.