Lucifer's arm dropped to his side. That smug look faded.
"You absorbed it..." he muttered. "You ate the Divine Eater..."
The artifact his father—easily the strongest being he had ever known—once warned him about.
The one sealed away because it was too dangerous to use against the divines.
Was swallowed like it was just a slushy?
Reign rolled his neck, a loud pop echoing through the sky as he flexed his hands. "Guess it's not that powerful,"
Lucifer flared his wings, shadows rippling from the tips. The black sky above groaned, twisted, and pulled open into a swirling gate of pure darkness.
From it, the outline of a massive blade began to emerge—jagged, ancient, humming with cursed power.
Lucifer was getting more serious.
Reign's new form was too powerful. The devil didn't know how it happened, but somehow, the two opposite elements had fused into one.
