At the gates of the Garden, just as the last glimmer of Enel and Allison faded into the clouds, Lucifer stood still, unmoving, eyes locked on the heavens as if trying to read the stars.
Then, with a simple, fluid wave of his hand, the air parted—as though creation itself responded to his call.
A moment later, the skies trembled.
Descending in a slow, majestic fall was a being whose form bent the very horizon.
An angelic titan.
He landed gracefully, and though his weight should have cracked the earth, the ground kissed his feet like an old friend. Four times the size of Lucifer, clad in shifting plates of cosmic armor that shimmered like galaxies captured in silver, he radiated a power that made the trees whisper and the wind retreat.
He bowed low before Lucifer, placing one knee on the ground and tilting his massive horned head in reverence.
"Banes to Exault, my Lord Lucifer," he said, voice like echoing thunder.
