Power

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-RALPH'S POV-

“If this isn’t Ralph Lumen’s little lover?” Lucifer sneered, his voice laced with malevolent amusement. His dark form, towering and imposing against the backdrop of a desolate, ruined street, loomed over Ava. The Angel Realm, once a place of ethereal beauty and divine light, now lay in shambles. The cracked, scorched pavement and the charred remnants of once-grand structures painted a grim picture of devastation. “Well, well, what an amazing sight. The forbidding lover is finally here to save her beloved in distress. How touching.” His laughter echoed through the deserted streets, a chilling sound that reverberated off the ruined buildings and sent a cold shiver down my spine.

Ava, standing amidst the wreckage, fell to her knees. The ethereal glow that had once defined the Angel Realm now cast long, eerie shadows across her face, highlighting the mixture of defiance and sorrow in her eyes. I watched, stunned, as the sight of her in this bleak landscape struck me with a sense of dread and confusion. “Why are you here, Ava?” I demanded, my voice quivering with a blend of anger and desperation. “I don’t need you to act all almighty and generous. Go away from here.”

Ava shook her head, her resolve unshaken despite the bleak surroundings. Her expression was a fierce contrast to the devastation around us. “Didn’t you want me to sacrifice myself for you?” She asked, her voice steady despite the chaos. “I regretted it at some point, but now I don’t. You need me, and I won’t back away.”

Her words, clear and resolute, seemed to cut through the oppressive atmosphere like a beacon of hope. Even as the once-grand structures of the Angel Realm lay in ruin around us, Ava’s determination stood as a defiant force against the encroaching darkness. Despite the danger, Ava had come for me, her bravery standing out sharply against the backdrop of ruin. My heart ached with a blend of gratitude and fear as I realized the depth of her commitment.

Lucifer, his presence an ominous shadow against the backdrop of the destroyed realm, observed the scene with a twisted smile. His eyes gleamed with a sadistic delight as he took in the drama unfolding before him. “How touching,” he mocked, his voice thick with sarcasm. “A lover’s sacrifice. How quaint. But do you really think you can save him, little girl? Do you think your love is enough to overcome the darkness?”

Ava, though visibly shaken, rose to her feet with a determined grace. The wreckage around her seemed to recede as she faced Lucifer with unwavering resolve. “Love is stronger than you think,” she replied, her voice steady and filled with conviction. “And I will do whatever it takes to protect him.”

Lucifer’s laughter rang out once more, a cruel, mocking sound that resonated through the ruined streets. His eyes glinted with malice as he relished the unfolding drama. “We shall see,” he said, his tone dripping with menace. “We shall see.” The words hung in the air, heavy with dark promise, as the remnants of the Angel Realm bore witness to the battle that was about to unfold.

The street, once a symbol of celestial grace, now stood as the potential battlefield. The silence that followed was thick with tension, broken only by the distant, eerie echoes of a world in ruin. The outcome of this confrontation would depend on the strength of our resolve and the power of our love, as the desolate realm watched and waited.

Before I could deny her words, a blood-curdling scream shattered the tense silence, sending shivers down my spine. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes locked onto the horrific scene unfolding before me. The man who had dared to touch her lay crumpled on the floor, his body convulsing as a crimson tide seeped from the gaping wounds where his eyes used to be. The sight was gruesome, a proof of her ruthless efficiency. She had done it with a swift, deadly precision that left me aghast. With a feral gleam in her eyes, she turned to face Lucifer, her hands still slick with the man’s blood. It was as if the act had transformed her, igniting a dangerous power within her. Her eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, a warning to anyone who dared to cross her.

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