Lucifer moved through the void between realms, his dark cloak trailing behind him like the shadow of a storm. The God Plane awaited him, its familiar presence calling out like an ancient echo. But as he continued his journey, something made him pause. A familiar aura—an unmistakable, divine presence—reached him from a distant corner of existence. His black eyes narrowed, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his lips.
He turned his head slightly, gazing in the direction of the faint yet unmistakable aura. It was his Father. The weight of that realization settled over him, and for a brief moment, a glint of nostalgia flickered in his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came. Curiosity bloomed within him, tugging at the edges of his mind.
Without wasting another second, Lucifer disappeared in a flash, the air rippling in his wake as he teleported to the source of the divine energy.
