The city was quiet now.
No thunder. No howling monster. Just the patter of rain over broken streets. Flames hissed as water ate them down to smoke. The humans who'd survived huddled in alleys, eyes wide, whispering about the light that had swallowed the sky.
Lucifer stood in the middle of it all, coat heavy with rain, crimson eyes gleaming faint against the dim. He didn't look at the mortals. Didn't care. His gaze moved slow across the rooftop where Cain and Mabel still lingered.
They looked back at him, tense.
Lucifer's lips curled into something almost playful, but his tone cut sharp.
"Scram. Family business."
Cain's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. He grabbed Mabel's hand, and in the blink of an eye, they blurred away, vamp-speeding across rooftops until the rain swallowed them.
