Lucifer's coat rippled as he stepped forward, crimson runes crawling across his skin like living scars. The air shifted around him. Cold. Dense. Suffocating.
Then—he vanished.
BOOM!
One of the constructs—a twisted brute with arms like iron trees—exploded backward, a crater forming where its head used to be.
Lucifer appeared mid-air, twisting, and slammed his heel down into the second one's spine. CRACK! Its body folded unnaturally. Before it hit the ground, Lucifer flicked his wrist—
SLASH!
A red arc cut clean through a third.
Mob blinked. "He's not holding back anymore."
But it didn't matter.
The moment the bodies hit the dirt—they began to melt. Shift. Heal.
Bones twisted back into place. Flesh reknit. Eyes regrew.
In seconds—they were whole.
Again.
Still grinning.
Still mocking.
Lucifer's eyes twitched.
