The cool twilight air crackled faintly as Lucifer appeared within the dimly lit chambers of a sanctuary he just made, the shadows bending and twisting to welcome him. His sharp gaze swept the room, taking in its quiet grandeur—walls adorned with ancient symbols, flickering lanterns casting a warm glow on the marble floors. But there was no peace in his movements. His steps were measured, precise, the faint clink of his boots echoing as he strode forward, his long cloak trailing behind him like a shroud of night.
He stopped in the center of the room and exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening. He tilted his head back, eyes closing briefly as he felt the presence of his wives stir around him, their energies brushing against him like whispers in the dark.
One by one, they arrived.