The sky was still fractured.The presence beyond the seam pressed closer, distorting the light above the garden. The house trembled faintly under the strain, beams humming with restrained power.Luca clung to her waist.God stood a few steps away, radiant but wary — not of the external threat.Of her.Lily slowly released Luca and knelt so she was eye level with him.“Go to your room,” she said softly. “Lock the door. Don’t open it unless I call you.”He hesitated.Then nodded.He trusted her now.That trust landed heavier than anything else.When he disappeared down the hall, the air shifted again — quieter, more intimate, more dangerous.God watched her carefully.“You’re changing,” he said.“I know.”The crack in the sky pulsed once, violently, as if reacting to her awareness.She stepped toward him.Not submissive.Not confrontational.Intentional.“You love me.”It wasn’t a question.The words hung between them — fragile and volatile.God’s expression did not soften.It deepened.
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