It was dawn the next day, and Lucifer and Seraphina had just landed outside the dense forest. The air was still, carrying the faint chirps of birds in the background, but the tension between them was anything but calm.
Lucifer stood with his hands at his sides, his glowing eyes fixed on Seraphina. She met his gaze with newfound confidence, her posture straightened. The fear she had felt earlier no longer seemed genuine—it felt fabricated. She realized now that Lucifer had been using fear as a tool, trying to scare her into making a rash decision. But she wouldn't fall for it.
"How do you want to do this?" Lucifer asked, his tone casual, though his intent was unmistakable. He was done with pretenses, ready to end whatever charade they had been playing.
