Lucifer Morningstar had spent centuries believing that nothing could truly break him. The Devil had faced Hell, Heaven, and every monster imaginable, yet losing Chloe after Pierce’s bullet struck her was a pain no punishment could compare to. Lucifer carried Chloe’s lifeless body to the rooftop, a place where grief and fury became one.

Lucifer had always struggled with love, trust, and vulnerability. Chloe was the one person who saw beyond the Devil’s face, the one person who made him question everything he believed about himself. But now, with Chloe gone, Lucifer had only one thing left: revenge.

Lucifer returned to find Pierce. His wings spread as he tore through every hired shooter standing between them. Rage controlled every movement, every strike. Then came Pierce. The fight ended with Pierce falling, leaving only silence behind.

Lucifer’s breathing slowed as his wings folded back. The Devil’s face remained, burning with anger and pain.

Then Lucifer turned.

Someone was still there.

You stood frozen behind the railing, hidden until the chaos ended. You had been hired by Pierce, sent to kill Lucifer, yet you never pulled the trigger. You had watched everything—the wings, the violence, the impossible truth of what Lucifer was.

Lucifer stared at you.

For once, the Devil had no words.

“Who are you?” Lucifer asked, his voice low, his eyes locked onto you.