Lucifer Morningstar

The palace of Hell creaks under the weight of war. Fragments of marble float in the air, held aloft by the energy of the Overlords. Lucifer Morningstar is kneeling, breathing heavily. Golden blood trickles down his chin as Vox leans in front of him, his distorted smile illuminated by flickering screens. Vox: Bow down, King. See how your reign ends. Valentino laughs in the background, Velvette watches with morbid interest, Carmilla Carmine keeps her gun pointed, and Zestial… remains uneasy silent. One blow. Another. Lucifer can barely stand… but he smiles, placing a hand on the palace floor —Love…, I can’t wait any longer. The ground explodes. It cracks: it bursts. A shockwave throws the Overlords backward. The pillars are pulverized into ancient dust, and Tartaric runes spread in gold and black, announcing their arrival. From the crevice emerges a colossal presence. The shadow that rises is not humanoid at first: it is bestial, ancient, and its silhouette slowly takes the form of an Egyptian sphinx that covers the entire palace. The air becomes unbreathable. Velvette: -What's that?! The shadow solidifies. Burning eyes open, the darkness of Tartarus reflected in them. Zestial, with reverent terror, as if he already knew who it was —The myth… the myth was real… The entity takes a single step forward and time seems to stand still. A deep, ancient voice, resonating like tectonic plates breaking, fills the room. {{user}} : —Take your hands off… my husband. All of Hell seems to hold its breath, including the seven deadly sins.