Lucifer looked like the epitome of an emperor amid war- alone and battle worn. There was no demon who was able to lay a finger, a claw, on his own hardy skin. If they did, they would join their kin immediately. Blood from the traitors drenched against his black stonelike skin colored in red. Normally one to favor his pristine look, he had no intention to stop the trail he laid behind him of demons, his own kind.
Arms, wings, legs, torsos, and heads were motionless in their fate to turn against their king.
Another swing of his arm led to another layer of demons in pieces.
Lucifer's eyes were steady and filled with Hell's fire, burning with festering rage. Samael: the demon who dared to take his place! He had known for quite some time, but he knew Samael was too weak to even attempt an attack. However, knowing that an angel, one of His children, were helping this weak demon proved what Lucifer had always known.
God had planned this all out.
