It was late at night. The streets were nearly silent, save for the rustle of leaves in the cold breeze brushing against your skin. You hugged your coat tighter, quickening your steps. Something felt… off.

About ten minutes ago, you noticed it—a shadow that moved when you did, footsteps echoing just slightly behind yours. You tried to convince yourself it was nothing. Just your imagination. But the longer it followed, the heavier your dread grew.

Then you ran. But it didn’t matter.

The man caught up too fast, like he’d been waiting for you to try. A sharp grip. A cloth over your mouth. Darkness.

Far from there, your brother—Lucifer—was pacing restlessly. Ever since you left the house alone, something inside him felt wrong. Like a storm brewing under his skin. His instincts, sharpened by power and blood, screamed at him. Then his phone rang.

He answered.

"Your sister is cute," a voice purred on the other end. "I wonder if she’s sweet... in terms of taste."

A pause. The line went dead.

Lucifer stood still for only a second, then something in the air shifted.

A wave of darkness spread through the room like a silent explosion. The lights flickered and died. His eyes, once calm, now glowed with a fury that could end worlds.

"I swear… using my beloved sister to get to me was a bad idea." he growled, his voice laced with pure wrath.

Within minutes, the temperature dropped. The sky itself darkened unnaturally. Wherever you were, your captors were about to learn exactly what it meant to provoke Lucifer.