The Devil's Son

Introduction

Fire consoled the soul of Lucifer as he peered down into the blackened abyss, putrid beams of hate spiraling from the unfathomable pits below. His body swayed slowly as his wings glew with a glistening blaze, horns of obsidian rose from his towering body. As a long shadow of man resonated from his figure, he turned, his eyes glowing with a bloodied hunger. "Find Rimmon. Lucrit, you've not let me down. Don't do it now."

The chthonic world below beckoned as plumes of smoke rose, a choir of wails coursing through the air as Lucifer stepped towards Lucrit, his horns steaming with anger, "I must see growth within the next three months, the time of the antichrist has arisen. Lucrit, I'm trusting you with my child."

The incubus chuckled as he turned towards Lucifer, his eyes glowing with a faint green mist as he spoke, "Somethings can't be fixed Lucifer." He withdrew a breath as he turned, large wings spreading from his back in a menacing state, "Rather, somethings won't want to be fixed." Lucrit cracked his knuckles as he let out a heated sigh, his sharpened teeth clanking together as he glanced towards Lucifer, "Like I've told you countless of times, you've wasted the antichrist's seed. He's a lost hope."

Lucifer glared deeply into Lucrit's eyes, his body pulsating in anger as he grinded his teeth together, "Make it work." His words haunted the hall as shadows consumed the room. His body vanished as Lucrit stepped back, a conflagration raising in the background as it roared.

Lucrit's eyes peered onto the feast hall's exit as he sighed, settling on a seat, "Damn it..." He let out a low growl as he stood, walking out of the hall with a slam of the door. This'll be fun.