The Devil vs. The Abyss 2

The air shattered.

Lucifer moved first.

No hesitation. No warning. Just pure, terrifying speed. One moment, he was standing, smirking at his enemies—the next, he was already in front of the ashen-skinned horror. His fist blurred forward, aiming for the creature's skull.

BOOM!

The space where the horror stood crumpled, distorting like a black hole had just formed. But—

Lucifer's punch hit nothing.

The horror was gone.

At the same moment, a wave of black ribbons lashed toward Lucifer from behind, twisting unnaturally through the air. Lucifer didn't turn—he simply lifted a hand, grabbing one mid-swing.

ZZZRRRRRMMM!

The moment his fingers touched it, the entire battlefield trembled. The ribbon wasn't just a weapon—it was a living concept of darkness, a sliver of something beyond reality itself. It writhed in his grip, trying to devour him, to unmake him.

Lucifer exhaled.

RIP!