The silence didn't feel peaceful.
It felt… unfinished.
Lucifer stood there a moment longer, fire dripping off his body like sweat, his wings smoldering behind him. Nezha was still watching the sky, the crack above them finally sealing shut, like a wound that forgot it was bleeding.
The stars were flickering back into place now. One by one. Dim little lights pretending like the universe hadn't just been torn in half.
Lucifer rolled his shoulder, wincing. Something inside him popped.
Nezha exhaled. "That it?"
Lucifer didn't answer right away. He scanned the void.
It looked calm.
Too calm.
"No," he said finally. "Not yet."
Nezha turned to him. "What do you mean?"
Lucifer narrowed his eyes, watching shadows ripple in the distance. "There's still things out there. Fragments. Seeds. Echoes."
"From the gods?"
Lucifer nodded. "From everything."
He turned toward Nezha. "I need to clean it up."
Nezha frowned. "You serious?"
Lucifer gave a tired grin. "When am I not?"
