Lucifer's name hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. Enoch's breath caught in his throat, the realization of who stood before him sending a shiver down his spine. Despite the chaos and destruction, there was an inexplicable aura of calm around the fallen angel.
"The name is Lucifer," he said simply, the name hanging heavy in the air.
With that, Lucifer turned and walked away, disappearing into the night as silently as he had arrived, leaving Enoch, his wife, and the midwives alone in the dimly lit chamber. The sudden departure left a palpable silence in his wake, the echoes of his presence still resonating in the room.
Enoch stood frozen for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked down at his son, who miraculously slept through the entire ordeal.
"Are you alright, Master Enoch?" one of the midwives asked, her voice trembling slightly with the remnants of fear.
