Trouble Keeps Coming 2

The world exploded into chaos.

Lucifer blurred forward, his coat whipping in the wind as he closed the distance between himself and the nearest horror. It lashed at him with tendrils of shifting darkness, each one distorting the air like a tear in reality itself.

Lucifer smirked. Predictable.

He didn't dodge. He simply moved.

One moment, he stood before the tendrils; the next, he was behind them, his hand already driving through the creature's chest. There was no resistance, no flesh to tear—just an absence of existence that should have swallowed him whole. But Lucifer wasn't bound by their rules. He imposed his own.

With a flex of his fingers, reality rejected the creature.

It unraveled from the inside out, its form dissolving into nothingness before it could even scream.

Lucifer turned, black eyes gleaming as more of them swarmed toward him.