The rooftop was silent, save for the distant wails and the low hum of the tear in the sky. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made every breath feel like a gamble.
Lucifer stood at the edge, his coat billowing in the wind, eyes fixed on the two figures before him. Rey and Vina were locked in a heated argument, their voices rising and falling like waves crashing against rocks.
"You're not thinking straight, Vina!" Rey's voice was desperate, pleading. "Attacking Lucifer won't solve anything. It'll only make things worse."
Vina's eyes were cold, her stance rigid. "You think I don't know that? But Daniel's breathing down our necks. He wants results, and if delivering Lucifer buys us time, then so be it."
Rey stepped closer, his hands raised in a calming gesture. "There's another way. Lucifer is a prince of the demon realm. If we explain everything, maybe he'll understand."
Vina scoffed, her gaze unwavering. "I already know who he is. That doesn't change anything."
