Trouble Keeps Coming 1

Dark clouds churned in the sky above as Lucifer and Nezha reappeared atop a jagged cliff, overlooking a battlefield that had yet to erupt. The air crackled with energy, thick with the scent of an impending storm. Below, an eerie stillness spread over the valley, where an army of strange beings stood in formation, their twisted forms shifting unnaturally, their eyes glowing with an unholy light.

Lucifer slid his hands into his coat pockets, black eyes scanning the scene with mild curiosity. "So," he mused, "this is what had you so tense."

Nezha stood beside him, arms crossed, his twin rings floating idly around him, pulsing with contained power. "This isn't a normal invasion," he said, his voice low. "These things… they're not gods, not demons. They're something else."

Lucifer tilted his head slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Outer Creatures?"

Nezha's gaze sharpened. "Worse."

Lucifer's smile widened. "Now you're making it interesting."