For a heartbeat, the void was silent.
The Primordial Demons—ancient beings older than constellations, feared across galaxies—looked at one another. And in each other's eyes, they saw it.
Fear.
A realization, simple yet suffocating, sank into their cores.
'Am I going to die?'
Though whispered in their minds as a question, they already knew the answer.
Yes.
They remembered now—clearly, painfully—what they had spent millennia ignoring. When Lucifer first fell from the Heavens, when the First Man committed the first sin and humanity's chain of damnation began, Lucifer had descended into Hell. Not as a conqueror, but as a liberator.
He had told them they were wronged. Forgotten. Cast aside.
He had promised vengeance. Glory. A throne above even the One Above All.
He told them they would be kings. And fir a time, they were. Until they were not.
It was a lie.
A beautiful, poisonous lie.
Why had they believed him?
Was it hunger for more?
