[Lucifer's POV]
Huff! Huff! Huff!
"H-How does it feel, Dad~ having a cross literally in your chest?" I snarled, my voice trembling with exhaustion and rage. The iron cross, cold and unremarkable, was lodged deep in his chest, its jagged edges stained with his blood.
Abaddon Morningstar, the man who had defined my torment, coughed weakly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He managed a sick, guttural laugh despite his agony, his dark eyes locking onto mine.
"I—I'm a god, and y-you—you're my devil~ Hehe—Ack!"
Abaddon's laughter choked off into a wet gasp as blood bubbled from his lips. Even in his final moments, his arrogance burned like a brand, his delusions etched into every word.
I gritted my teeth, my knuckles whitening around the cross still embedded in his chest. "You're no god," I growled, leaning closer. My breath fanned against his paling face as I locked eyes with him, refusing to look away from the man who had ruined my life. "You're just a pathetic old man who mistook cruelty for power."
Cough! Cough!
"T-This is not... your doing—I planned... all of this," Abaddon wheezed, his voice faltering as blood trickled from his lips. His smirk returned, twisted and defiant, even as his body trembled under the weight of his injuries. "Every step you took... every moment of pain... all part of... the design."
I froze, my grip on the cross tightening. "What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded, my voice sharp with fury and unease.
His bloodstained hand weakly rose, trembling as it gestured toward the altar. The runes carved into the stone began to glow faintly, their light pulsating like a heartbeat.
"That girl, she was my spawn—I brought her to you. I wanted you to bond with h-her, Hehehe~ The more you love her, the more it would twist you," Abaddon's voice rasped, each word growing more strained. "You're nothing but a puppet, Lucifer. I always knew you'd fall into my trap. Every step, every decision... I manipulated it all. Celeste was never meant to be a redemption for you. She was your curse."
I stumbled back, the weight of his words hitting me like a blow to the chest. My thoughts spun, dizzy with confusion and disbelief. "No... you're lying," I spat, shaking my head violently. "You're just trying to twist it all one last time. She was my sister, my only family."
Abaddon's lips twitched into a cruel smile, blood spilling from his mouth. "It doesn't matter. You loved her, didn't you? You cared for her so much that it drove you to the edge, but in the end, when I gutted her in front of your eyes. You accepted your inner darkness, All! All of it was part of my design. I knew you'd break, Lucifer. I set the stage, the threads of fate pulled tight, until you couldn't help but unravel."
My heart stopped, the words hitting me like a blade straight to the chest. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, everything seemed to blur around me. Celeste. His final words twisted the knife deeper, dredging up memories of her—her laughter, her warmth, the way her presence had been my one solace in a world full of darkness.
But then that memory shattered, replaced by the sickening image of her lifeless body. My sister, murdered right in front of me. My hands trembled as the weight of his manipulation crashed over me, suffocating in its intensity.
"No...!" I gasped, my voice a low, guttural sound that barely broke the silence. My father had orchestrated it all. Her death, my pain, my descent into this nightmare. I had been nothing but a puppet to his twisted will.
Abaddon's smirk widened, a cruel victory in his dying gaze. "You see, Lucifer... you belong to the darkness. You always have. And now, there's no way out."
Puchi~
Pain.
I shakingly looked down, A runic ceremonial dagger buried inside my chest—piercing my heart in one go—its sharp, cold edge sinking deeply into my flesh, the point of it a cruel reminder of the final betrayal. I could feel the life draining from me, the blood quickly pooling around the dagger, but strangely, there was no fear. Only a bitter emptiness.
Abaddon's twisted, bloodied smile was the last thing I saw before my vision started to blur. "You never understood... Lucifer. You were always too weak to see it." His voice was a distant, fading echo, his words reaching me as if from the depths of an abyss. "This... this was the true test. To see if you would break completely... And you have."
The room began to spin, my knees buckling beneath me. The cross lodged in my father's chest, the dagger in my own, the weight of everything crashing down on me—it felt like an eternity. I gasped for breath, but it became harder with each passing second. My vision darkened as the blood loss and pain threatened to overwhelm me.
But even in that moment, I refused to let go. The anger, the rage, the darkness—my anger at him, at the cruelty of it all—pushed me forward. Even as my body failed me, my mind clung to the fragments of defiance.
"I won't... be your puppet," I rasped, forcing the words through gritted teeth, though each breath sent waves of pain coursing through me.
Abaddon's smirk faltered, his body trembling. He seemed... surprised, as if the weight of my resistance in the face of certain death had caught him off guard. "You still think you can win?" he whispered, a cough racking his body as his own life slipped away.
And yet, in his final moments, I felt no triumph. Only the hollow emptiness of knowing that his death wouldn't bring her back. It wouldn't undo the suffering he'd caused.
But it would end here. His grip on me, on my fate, on everything, would finally snap.
I fell forward, collapsing beside my father's lifeless form. My body was broken, my strength drained, but my spirit? My spirit would never be his to control. The dagger had pierced my heart, but it had not destroyed me. The cross lodged deep in Abaddon's chest had been my weapon of vengeance—but my will to survive was the only thing that truly mattered now.
"You don't get to win," I muttered through bloodied lips, my voice barely above a whisper. "This... ends with me, Father~"
Then everything faded.
Darkness.
Silence.
Then... nothing.
A sudden shift—like the weight of the world lifting. My body had been broken, my heart pierced, but I wasn't gone. No, I was still here. The darkness surrounded me, pressing in on all sides, suffocating yet strangely comforting. There was no pain now, no breath to pull, just the overwhelming sense of emptiness. But this wasn't the end. Not yet.
I opened my eyes—or tried to. It was like forcing my way through thick fog. The silence was deafening, as though time had frozen in place. I was no longer in that cursed altar room, with my father's dead body beside mine. I was somewhere... else. Somewhere detached from everything that had led me here.
And then, it came—the pressure, the weight, a force pushing from all directions. It wasn't physical. It was something deeper. A presence. Unseen, but felt, like it permeated everything.
A voice, distant, ancient. It reverberated through my very soul, its tone like an echo across eternity.
"Lucifer Morningstar..."
I flinched, my consciousness struggling to grasp the source. The words were heavy, laden with an authority I couldn't deny, yet strangely... familiar.
"You are not what he said you were. Not what he made you believe."
The words were laced with power, pulling at the fabric of my very existence. And I understood them—not just in my mind, but in my heart. The connection between them and me was undeniable.
"You were never meant to be a puppet, Lucifer."
The truth rippled through me, reverberating in my chest. I... I wasn't his. I wasn't Abaddon's. Not anymore. His hold on me had been severed when I made that final stand. He might have set the stage, but it was my choices, my defiance, that had always been the true driving force.
"Do you feel it, Lucifer? The power that is yours?"
I tried to respond, but my voice was lost to the vast nothingness around me. My body felt like it was being remade, the very fabric of my being reformed. This was not death, not the final end. This... was something more.
"There is no redemption through suffering. There is no power in pain alone." The voice echoed, softening, a strange compassion breaking through the intensity. "Your path has always been yours to carve. Even in the face of darkness, the choice remains yours."
It was clear now. I had been trapped in the web of my father's manipulations, but in the end, he could never have control over me. It wasn't about light or darkness, not anymore. It was about freedom.
The presence withdrew slightly, allowing me to breathe, to think.
"You have the power to shape your destiny, Lucifer. But first... you must choose who you truly are."
A flash. A surge of energy. It filled the void around me, and for a moment, I felt whole again, my body pulsing with a new power, an ancient power, but one that was finally mine. Abaddon's curse had been broken, but what came next was my decision. The future—my future—was waiting.
I could feel it. I could shape it.
With that realization, I rose from the dark emptiness. My body reformed, my strength returning, my will sharpened. The chains were gone, the puppet strings severed.
I was free.
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Blink! Blink!
After what felt like an eternity, my eyes slowly opened to a scene that was almost impossible to comprehend. The cold, sterile environment of the altar room, the place of my father's twisted final scheme, was gone. It had been replaced by an unfamiliar forest, but with darkened trees—leaves as if dyed red and black, the air thick with a strange, almost oppressive energy. I sat in the midst of it all, my body whole, but something had changed.
The ground beneath me was soft, and damp with dew, yet there was an unsettling quiet that filled the space. No birds sang, no wind whispered through the trees. The only sound that reached my ears was my own breath—steady, controlled.
I stood slowly, as if testing my own strength, a shiver running down my spine. The power that had coursed through me just moments ago still lingered, an untapped well of potential I had yet to fully understand. But the true weight of it hadn't hit me—yet.
But as I truly took in the surroundings, only two words left my mouth—
"Bloody Hell!"
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[To Be Continued]
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