Chapter 46
Lucifer jolted upright in bed, his breaths rugged and his chest heaving as the lingering images of his nightmare clawed at his mind. The room was dark, but the striking echoes of screams still rang loudly in his ears.
In the dream, he had been standing in a nearly empty room. The floor was painted with crimson red. The stench of death was suffocating, and with each step he took, he feared he was only going deeper into the lion’s den. Bodies lay scattered everywhere, faceless figures he couldn’t identify. And then, there she was—his mother
She stood a far distance from Lucifer, her dress torn and streaked with blood, her eyes hollow and filled with unspeakable pain. She tried to scream, but no sound came. His legs felt weak and wobbly, and no matter how hard he pushed and how
