The void trembled with a silence so heavy it felt alive.
Seraphina, her six blackened wings glimring like molten glass, took a single step forward, her bare feet rippling the emptiness beneath her as though it were water. Her eyes blazed with the cold arrogance of one who had once stood at Heaven’s right hand.
"Kneel," she commanded, her voice cutting through the void like a blade of silver and venom. "You stand before the Morningstar himself. Who gave you the right to speak to him standing, filth of the abyss?"
Greed’s gilded body shook—not in fear, but laughter. His rolls of jeweled flesh rippled as he laughed, the echo booming across the empty expanse. "Ahhh... still so dramatic, aren’t you? From what I see, your core... you are an Eveningstar at best. Just ONE Eveningstar. Besides..." His eyes—erald fires sunk deep in sockets of diamond—flicked from Seraphina to Lucifer. "When I’m done, little bird, your master will be dust, and it won’t matter who kneels."
Seraphina’s wings twitched, her aura rising like a solar flare—
But Lucifer raised a single hand.
"Peace, Seraphina," he said softly. "I would like to hear my old... Servant."
His six pairs of wings unfurled slowly, as if to reveal himself in his glory.
Each set different—one feathered in white, another scorched black, another made of living glass, another of writhing serpents, another of eyes, and the last of pure fla. The radiance of his being filled the void with light so pure it birthed new shadows.
Of course this was just Lucifer making a point by changing their appearance.
As if to say, ’can’t you see? I am Lucifer, the perfect Being.’
Lucifer smiled. "How long has it been, Greed? Just over a hundred years, maybe two hundred since you and your siblings stabbed in the back and ran into the dark with your tail between your teeth?"
Greed smirked. "And yet, you bleed even still. I was strong enough to mark you then, Lucifer—and now I will finish what we began. What I and the other Primordial Demons could not do two hundred years ago..." His voice rumbled like thunder made of stone. "...we will do now."
His power seed to grow. Amongst all the Primordial Demons,greeds servants had been the ones that managed to gather enough treasures for him to recover enough strength in this short ti.
It was for this reason that he was their vanguard.
Lucifer might have acquired the primary earth blessing of a lot of primary planes. But it was not like he got it from either Heaven or Hell.
If he did, then they would be begging or looking for a place to hide by now.
Back then, they had killed him for his power. Although they did not find his core, Greedwas sure that they could do it again.
Also, Lucifer was a Morningstar back then. Now, he was rely an Eveningstar. Even Greed alone was around the Midnight star rank.
They believed he was a al that had served up himself. At least, they hoped so.
After all, no one was more familiar with Lucifer’s ways than the Primordial Demons he crowned by himself.
Lucifer tilted his head slightly, a smile blooming like apocalypse. "Are you sure?"
Then he stepped forward.
The stars in the far reaches of the void died instantly. The pressure of his presence crushed distant nebulae into dust. But Greed didn’t flinch—he roared, raising his arms as the jewels embedded in his flesh blazed. Power gathered—massive, radiant, ancient.
This would be a battle if those in the star realm.
This fight would destroy whole life forms and no doubt create new ones. Such was the nature of the star realm.
The ability to create and destroy was fundantally the crust of their power.
Even now, laws were already fighting one another before the clash.
And then he attacked.
The force that erupted from Greed’s palms tore through galaxies. Space folded backward, imploding on itself. Where it struck, reality scread. But Lucifer didn’t block—it hit him squarely, exploding in a storm of gold and shadow. For a heartbeat, the void beca light.
And then—Lucifer laughed inside it.
A blinding wave of white-gold fury burst outward, sending Greed flying back like a teor through the endless dark. He crashed into the void’s crust, splitting it like glass.
Greed frowned, ’a fluke’ he told himself. But he definitely felt the blessings of the Primary Planes in that strike.
But the other Primordial Demons were already moving.
Lust appeared next.
She was tall, yet sexless, with translucent flesh revealing a thousand beating hearts within. Each heartbeat pulsed waves of crimson mist that burned through existence itself. She moved like perfu and plague, coiling around Lucifer’s form, whispering a thousand seductive truths. All of which were laws she had comprehended. ant to make even those gods kneel.
"Co now, my love," she purred. "Why fight your own desires?"
Then ca Wrath—a titan of molten flesh, burning brighter than a newborn sun. His eyes were lightning storms; his breath, raw annihilation. Every swing of his blade shattered dinsions, and he scread with the fury of a thousand extinct stars.
Destruction followed—formless, a void within the void, his presence erasing light and matter. Where he floated, even Lucifer’s radiance dimd.
More ca. Even Sloth the always lazy one engaged in battle. This was the survival of not one but all of them.
A battle of this magnitude did not need Arcane domains that separated the space with comprehended laws.
No, they operated by swallowing the laws around, changing their natural form forever.
Stars did not bend to other laws. Laws bent to them.
They attacked together.
Lust’s tendrils coiled around Lucifer’s arms; Wrath’s molten blade carved through his torso, and Destruction’s void surged forward, devouring everything in its path. For a mont, even Lucifer’s light dimd. His body cracked, spilling white fire into the darkness.
The Fallen Choir watching from afar trembled. Planets ford from their tears and shattered from their fear.
Lucifer fell to one knee. The void quaked, splitting open to reveal the nothing beneath nothing.
Greed’s laughter echoed through the emptiness. "See? Even the so called Morningstar bleeds before his betters!"
The Primordials closed in, each one pouring the pure essence of sin into Lucifer—trying to consu him, to make him food for their power. Gluttony’s fat arms wrapped around his neck, whispering, "You are ours now, beautiful one. Co let feed..."
For a heartbeat, it looked like it was working. Lucifer’s wings flickered, one by one, their light dimming. His halo cracked and split, shattering into fragnts that drifted like dying stars.
The void fell silent.
And then—Lucifer smiled.
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