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My knees trembled at Lucifer's stare. "W-what do you want?" I asked. Lucifer wasn't one of the friendly and fun-loving angels in the Kingdom. He was the most devious species that ever existed to the point that everyone here was doing their best to avoid him. He playfully smirked. "Guess what." I looked away, I couldn't even stand his creepy grin.

x Lucifer was no ordinary demon; he was the first to fall, the architect of rebellion, and the embodiment of forbidden beauty. The light-bringer turned dark king, his presence was both intoxicating and overwhelming. His eyes burned like twin suns on the verge of collapse, a golden fire encased in endless darkness. His voice was low, rich, and melodic, carrying the weight of eons and the promises of ruin.

“He’s dying.” Gabriel’s smile dropped instantly. “Who?” Kai stood, pointing down at Lucian. “He was bitten by a cobra—an unnatural one. Black scales, cursed venom. He killed it, but…” Gabriel knelt swiftly, pulling gloves from his coat pocket. “Let me see him. Move.” The group stepped back as Gabriel’s hands hovered over Lucian’s chest. “No reaction to healing magic? You already tried?” “I tried everything,” Kai said tightly. “It didn’t respond.”

“The legendary lycan Alpha, Kennis Blackwell, is coming to our territory. He’s seeking a young woman between the ages of 20 and 24 to become his Luna.” Gasps rippled through the crowd, and I felt the flicker of dread take root in my chest. Kennis Blackwell, his name alone, stirred dark thoughts and fear in every soul present. An ancient beast who had survived centuries, he was infamous for his ruthless nature and refusal to take another mate after losing his. Why, then, was he interested in a Luna now?

I felt the power leave me as the light reentered my body. I saw Eclipse nod her head at me and then collapse, exhausted. When my wings retracted into my body, and I fell to the ground, it hurt. Everything hurt. It was over. This is what my destiny had been. Only the true Solar Eclipse Lycan Luna can defeat the evil that is the Dark Angel. I had known the cost. The minute I faced him, that knowledge had been revealed to me'

In their hands, they held focus relics: polished spheres of black obsidian that were humming with a faint, violet light. "Step back, vampire," the center figure said. The voice was old. It was dry, thin, and carried the specific, cold authority of someone who had spent decades giving orders that were never questioned. Lucian didn't step back. He stepped in front of me, his broad shoulders blocking the entrance. His fangs slid down over his lower lip, his crimson eyes glowing in the darkness of the doorway. "You are a long way from the Blackthorn sanctuary, elders." The figure in the center slowly pulled back her hood.

"Try it again," Lucian Black ordered, his deep voice filling the small space. I pressed the emergency button for the third time, but nothing happened. The private elevator had jerked to a sudden stop between the 47th and 48th floors, and the main lights had gone out, leaving only the dim red emergency glow. My boss stood just inches away, towering over me in his perfectly tailored black suit. At 38, Lucian Black was the definition of ruthless power, sharp jaw, cold gray eyes, and a presence that made everyone in the building nervous.

But it was his eyes that had Rebecca’s hand locked firmly onto the hilt of her dagger. Lucian’s silver irises had bled into a blinding, solid white light, completely devoid of pupils, radiating a profound, cosmic power that illuminated the dark corners of the bedroom. He was staring straight ahead into nothingness, his breathing shallow and rhythmic, his entire anatomy acting as a living lightning rod for a psychic current that was vibrating through the stone floorboards.

Isabella stood over her, a cruel smile on her face before everything went black. When April regained consciousness, she found herself in a dark, cavernous room. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic—blood. She saw Lucifer in the distance, his body convulsing and morphing into various monstrous forms. His eyes glowed red, filled with a primal fury. Isabella stood to the side, watching with a mixture of fear and fascination. As Lucifer advanced toward April, his monstrous growls echoed through the cavern, sending chills down her spine. She knew he was out of control and could sense his intention to harm her.

“But I hear them. In my head. When I sleep.” I held her tight. “Then we’ll make them stop.” In Zurich, Adrian discovered something else. A name: Lucien Roarke. The founder of the Black Lotus. A ghost even Eliza feared. A man who believed in engineered salvation—and genocide as mercy. “He’s alive,” Adrian said, voice shaking. “And he’s the one counting down.” Lucien was planning a global neuro-trigger. A signal that would activate synthetic sequences inside thousands of modified children like Eve—turning them into mindless soldiers.