The clone trembled against Lucifer's chest, his sobs fading into shallow, broken breaths. His wings hung limp behind him, feathers dripping blackened blood onto the cracked street. The dawn burned faintly around them, casting long shadows across broken lamp posts and shattered buildings.
Vina stepped forward slowly. Her wolf ears flicked back against her hair as she approached, claws flexing faintly at her sides. Shadows coiled around her ankles with each quiet step, whispering across the blood-stained asphalt. Her crimson eyes burned tired and cold as she looked down at the kneeling pair.
"Lucifer," she said softly, her voice rough from exhaustion and pain. "We need to leave."
He didn't move. His horns flickered dimly in the smoky light, curved shadows falling across his bruised, bloodstreaked face. The clone clung to him silently, his tears soaking into Lucifer's torn chest armor.
