DREAMS, FEAR, LOVE AND MYSTERIES

*Capítulo Diez*

The Rosewood Pack was finally settling into their new home near Casa DelFierro. Allistair stood at the entrance of the sprawling estate, taking in the familiar scent of roses that wafted through the air. The garden, tended to by Lucifer, flourished with vibrant blooms, creating a serene backdrop for the pack's fresh start.

As the last of their belongings were unloaded, Allex approached Allistair, her golden eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's perfect here, isn't it? Just like you imagined."

Allistair nodded, his heart swelling with gratitude. "It feels like home already."

Just then, Tyrel joined them, a clipboard in hand, making notes about the new arrangements. "Everything is coming together nicely. The warriors are unpacking their gear, and the omegas are setting up the kitchens. We should be fully operational by evening."

"Good," Allistair replied, feeling the weight of responsibility. "We need to make sure everyone feels secure and at home here."

As they continued to oversee the unpacking, a sense of camaraderie enveloped them. The pack members laughed and shared stories, the sound of their voices mingling with the gentle rustle of the wind through the rose garden.

As dusk began to settle, Allistair gathered everyone in the main living area for a brief welcome. Standing before them, he felt the weight of leadership settle comfortably on his shoulders. "Thank you all for your hard work today. This new place is not just a shelter; it's a sanctuary for our pack. Together, we will thrive."

The room erupted in cheers and applause, their enthusiasm fueling Allistair's determination. As the night wore on, they shared a meal, the atmosphere filled with warmth and laughter, reinforcing the bond that held them all together.

Afterward, as the pack members began to disperse, Allistair found himself alone with Lucifer.

"You've done so much for me," Allistair said as they walked. "For my pack."

Lucifer's eyes softened, though his power simmered beneath the surface. "It was necessary. You are my mate. Everything I have is yours."

Allistair smiled, but something else tugged at him-an intimacy they hadn't yet fuly explored. He looked at Lucifer and realized there was more he wished to share.

"Come with me," Lucifer said, his deep voice laced with a hidden excitement. He took Allistair's hand and led him out

into the garden. "There's something I've prepared."

The doors to the garden opened, revealing a breathtaking landscape filled with roses in every imaginable shade. They stretched out in vast rows, their petals kissed by the sunlight, shimmering as though woven with magic itself. In the middle of this wondrous space stood a grand fountain, its crystal waters reflecting the garden's beauty.

Allistair gasped softly. "This.. You did this for me?"

Lucifer nodded, watching him intently. "A garden for my mate. A place just for us."

Allistair turned toward Lucifer, the sincerity in his voice touching his soul. "It's perfect," he whispered. "But... there's something I want to show you too"

Curiosity lit Lucifer's gaze. Allistair touched him teleported to his secret sanctuary in the forest, until they reached a hidden path-one that led to a shimmering waterfall. The water cascaded down into a serene pool, and behind it, veiled by the liquid curtain, was a secret garden of Allistair's own design.

Roses of different colors and kinds bloomed around them, their soft petals reflecting the quiet purity of the space.

"This is my secret," Allistair said, looking at Lucifer with deep emotion. "No one knows about it-except you, now."

Lucifer's eyes darkened with possessiveness. "You trust me with this?"

"With everything" Allistair replied, his heart beating faster.

Lucifer pulled Allistair close, his lips brushing against his mate's with unrestrained hunger. "Then let me show you what lies beyond your trust."

As they kissed, the air around them shifted, growing thick with primal energy. Allistair felt a pulse, something ancient and untamed stirring within Lucifer. His skin prickled as Lucifer's presence became overwhelming, more than just the man he loved.

Suddenly, a feral growl escaped from Lucifer's throat, and his body rippled with power. Allistair's eyes widened as he saw the transformation Lucifer's true form was awakening. His tall figure shifted and expanded, muscles bulging beneath his skin as Lucan, Lucifer's Beast entity, took control.

Lucan was not just a werewolf; he was a colossal, monstrous version of the wolf, a beast standing over eight feet tall with black fur like midnight and eyes the color of void. His presence was terrifying, yet undeniably magnetic. His claws dug into the earth as he loomed over

Allistair, his growls deep and commanding.

"You are mine, Allistair," Lucan growled, his voice low and filled with primal desire. "And I will claim you again and again."

Allistair's wolf, Lilione, stirred within him, answering the call. He had always known his wolf was powerful, but now, standing before Lucan, Lilione's white fur shone like moonlight, her golden streaks glowing as she surfaced from within Allistair. Lilione's instincts flared, ready to submit and challenge, both at

once.

Lucan's fiery eyes locked onto Allistair's as he circled him, predatory and dominant. He grabbed Allistair's waist, pulling him against his massive frame. "I am not alone in this desire," Lucan growled, his breath hot against Allistair's neck. "Lucifer,

Morgan, and I-we all crave you."

Allistair's body trem bled, but not from fear. His own wolf, Lilione, surged with the same untamed desire, matching Lucan's energy.

"Then take me," he whispered.

Lucan wasted no time. His

mouth descended on Allistair's, devouring him with a hunger that had been brewing for too long. Their kiss was wild, full of fire and power. As they sank to the bed of white roses, Lucan's claws gently trailed down Allistair's back, leaving him shivering with anticipation.

Then Lucan took him from behind inserting his massive cock to his tight hole which the beast groan and Allistair cry out in wreckless abandon.

"Fuck baby, look at you taking me all in." Lucan groaned

"Yesss nnghh daddy so good. Do it faster." At that sentence Lucan fucked him like the beast he is

"Now baby Morgan wants you, let your wolf out." At that command both of them transformed into there wolf letting their animal instinct take over fucking each other.

Now in their human form yet Morgan and Lilione still dominant.

"Shit darling you really are tight fuck I love you."

Lilione lying all his back, with tear in his eyes, saliva leaking in his mouth, his legs spread wide open for Morgan's intrusion.

"Hhmmm my love yes that's it, take me, own me." He let himself be knotted and filled by Morgan to the brim.

In a flash, Morgan shifted back, and Lucifer returned, his human form now dominant once more. He kissed Allistair with a gentler

touch, but the same underlying need coursed through him. "You're everything, Allistair," Lucifer whispered. "To me, to my wolf, to my Lycan."

And then it happened-Lucifer's true form emerged. His body shimmered with a celestial glow as dark, majestic wings unfurled from his back, sharp as obsidian, and his eyes turned an eerie red, glowing with the fires of Hell itself. His skin, once smooth, was now marked with ancient runes that glowed faintly as his power flowed through him. This was no mere werewolf; this was the Devil's true visage-beautiful, terrifying, and awe-inspiring all at once.

At his transformation the bed of roses suddenly overflowed with red fresh blood, transforming into a pool of blood. The scent of roses, blood, Lucifer and Allistair's scent mixed in the air.

Allistair gasped at the sight. "Lucifer... What is this? The blood..what?" It's just like in his dreams. He had no time to think when Lucifer hug him wings spreading wide behind him as he gently cradled Allistair beneath him.

"Are you afraid, Amica Mea?"

Lucifer's lips returned to Allistair's neck, kissing the sensitive skin there before

trailing down his chest. The intimacy between them grew deeper, more intense as Lucifer's form engulfed him, and Lilione pushed Allistair further into the connection.

"Nghhnno.. I'm not..it feels oddly evil yet good."

The moonlight from above cast their entwined bodies in an ethereal glow as they moved together, the passion between them heightened by their shifting forms and the color of blood as if not tainting their skin. Lucan, Lucifer, and Morgan shared their mate, taking turns, each one worshipping Allistair in their

Own way. Lucan's touch was possessive and rough, while Lucifer's was tender yet full of heat. Morgan, always lurking just beneath the surface, would take over in moments of primal need, each claiming Allistair as their own.

Lilione, Allistair's wolf, responded eagerly, his golden streaks lighting up as he melded with them, his fierce loyalty and love reflecting in every movement they made together.

Allistair's eyes changed to rainbow swirls with red slit and the center, his hair grew longer and turned white with red highlights and his Snowwhite skin even paler than before, the mark of Lilith once again showed in his forehead as he let himself be owned by Lucifer again and again.

"Mi Alfa hhh nnghh more."

"Fuck Amica Mea take me all in."

In that secret garden, surrounded by their most hidden desires, Allistair surrendered fully, letting Lucifer and all his entities take him, mark him, and claim him once more.

When the night finally ended, and they lay together in the soft bed of roses and the pool of blood subsided, Lucifer's wings curled protectively around them both, sheltering them from the world. Allistair rested his head against Lucifer's chest, his heart still racing from the passion they had shared.

"This is our garden," Lucifer whispered, his voice soft in the aftermath of their union. "Ours

alone, where no one can take us away from each other."

Allistair smiled softly, feeling the warmth of their bond growing stronger by the second. "And we'll protect it-together."

Lucifer's red eyes glowed with satisfaction as he kissed

Allistair's forehead. "Forever."

Lucifer's wings gently retracted as he cradled Allistair in his

arms, their bodies still entwined from the intensity of their union. The moonlight in the secret garden shimmered over them as they remained in a tranquil embrace, but the time to rest was drawing near.

Lucifer stood, lifting Allistair effortlessly into his arms. His mate stirred, but he smiled contentedly, wrapping his arms around Lucifer's neck, feeling completely safe.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," Lucifer whispered, his voice still carrying the edge of the desire that had yet to fully subside, but softer now, touched with tenderness.

Allistair nodded sleepily, resting his head against Lucifer's chest as they left the garden. The palace corridors were silent and bathed in the soft glow of the palace lanterns. As they passed through the grand halls, the only sound was the quiet hum of

magic that seemed to pulse in the walls themselves.

Lucifer's wings vanished as they reached their private chambers. The door closed behind them with a quiet thud, sealing them into the sanctuary of the bedroom. The bed, draped in luxurious silks and adorned with subtle rose designs, awaited them.

Lucifer laid Allistair gently on the bed, brushinga strand of hair away from his face. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Allistair's forehead, his lips lingering there as if to seal their bond with yet another quiet promise.

"Sleep now, my love," Lucifer whispered. "We've had enough excitement for one night."

Allistair chuckled softly, the sound barely more than a murmur as he sank into the comfort of the bed. His eyes fluttered closed, though his hand reached out, finding Lucifer's as if to ensure that he

would not be left alone.

Lucifer climbed into the bed

beside him, wrapping his arms around Allistair's waist and

pulling him close. His mate sighed contentedly, already drifting into the peaceful abyss of sleep. Lucifer's protective instincts surged, and his wings briefly flared out before settling, draping over them like a shield. Even in sleep, he wanted to ensure that nothing could disturb them.

As the night deepened, the palace quieted further, with the distant hum of the Rosewood

Pack settling into their new home. Allistair's breathing became steady and rhythmic, and Lucifer watched him for a long while, his heart full. He had found his mate, claimed him, and now they would face the world together.

Closing his eyes at last, Lucifer allowed himself to relax. He pressed a final, tender kiss to Allistair's temple before pulling him even closer. They fell asleep intertwined, their souls connected, their future sealed in the quiet of that serene night or so they thought....

Allistair shifted restlessly beside Lucifer, his breath quickening as sleep tugged him into the depths of his subconscious. His dreamscape formed around him, pulling him into a room filled with the scent of burning incense and velvet curtains that rippled gently with the touch of an unseen wind. The walls were a deep crimson red, embellished with gold—a space befitting the Devil himself. Every inch of the room exuded power and authority, but also something darker, more ancient.

In the center of the room stood Lucifer, his back turned to Allistair. And there, before him, was a woman with long, wavy black hair cascading down her back, clad in a crimson red dress that hugged her figure with elegance and seduction. The dress was revealing, almost teasing the darkness in the room as if she commanded it with her presence.

Lucifer leaned down, brushing a kiss across the woman's lips with an intimacy that made Allistair's blood boil. It was wrong—*this* was wrong. He shouldn't be kissing anyone else. Lucifer belonged to him. A searing jealousy cut through him, sharper than any blade, and the fire of anger roared in his chest, consuming him.

*No,* Allistair thought desperately, his fists clenching at his sides. *He's mine. He's always been mine.*

But the scene continued, oblivious to Allistair's presence. The woman laughed softly, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand. She was faceless—her features blurred, as though his mind couldn't bear to form her image fully, as if she were some forgotten specter from a past that still lingered just beyond his grasp.

Near the door stood a child. A boy, perhaps twelve years old, dressed in a pristine white robe adorned with angelic runes and rose gold designs. A crescent mark gleamed on his forehead, but like the woman, the boy's face was indistinct, blurred and distant, just out of Allistair's reach. Yet the emotions emanating from the child were unmistakable.

The boy's gaze, though not fully visible, burned with a deep, unspoken hostility—directed at both Lucifer and the woman. But there was something more beneath that loathing, something twisted. It was as if the boy simultaneously loved and hated Lucifer, a mix of adoration and deep-rooted resentment. And toward the woman, the hostility was pure and absolute—almost murderous.

Allistair felt an overwhelming surge of emotions in the dream—frustration, anger that bordered on madness, love and obsession so deep that it terrified him. He watched, helpless, as Lucifer kissed the woman again, and a strangled cry tore from his throat. *Why was he doing this? Why was he with her?*

The walls of the room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his heartbeat, his feelings magnifying to a level he could hardly comprehend. He could feel Lilione, his wolf, stirring violently within him, the possessiveness and protectiveness threatening to snap his very soul in two.

*Mine,* Lilione growled in the back of his mind. *Lucifer is mine. Ours.*

The emotions inside Allistair whirled into a storm, threatening to tear him apart. In the dream, he felt consumed by a need to stop this—by an obsession to claim what was his. There was a primal instinct deep within, a bond he couldn't fully explain but that felt ancient, as if tethered to a time long forgotten.

The child, still standing by the door, watched everything unfold. His small hands clenched at his sides, a fierce and undeniable presence in the room despite his unclear face. The boy's gaze locked with Allistair's for a moment—an eerie connection—and in that second, Allistair understood that the child's pain mirrored his own.

As the dream lingered, Allistair felt his own emotions spiraling further out of control—fear of losing Lucifer, jealousy at the faceless woman, anger that Lucifer could be kissing someone else. His feelings of love and possession clashed, warping into something darker, something he wasn't sure he could contain.

"Lucifer," he whispered desperately in the dream, his voice raw with emotion, but neither Lucifer nor the woman seemed to hear him. He reached out, but his hand passed through the scene like a ghost, unable to interfere.

Just as Allistair thought he might shatter from the intensity of his own emotions, the room around him began to blur, fading into shadows as the dream released its grip on him. He jolted awake, gasping for breath, his heart pounding in his chest as though he had just been running for his life.

The feeling of the dream clung to him like a second skin, and the emotions still simmered within him—possessive, raw, and unyielding.

Lucifer stirred beside him, sensing Allistair's distress. "Allistair?" His voice was low, concerned. He turned toward him, one hand gently brushing Allistair's cheek, grounding him in the present. "What's wrong? What did you see?"

Allistair swallowed hard, trying to calm his racing heart, but the fear and frustration were still thick in his throat. He looked into Lucifer's eyes—golden and filled with worry—and felt a wave of desperation sweep over him.

"I had a dream," he whispered, his voice breaking. "You were kissing a woman. I couldn't see her face, but she had black hair and wore a crimson dress. And there was a child—a boy, in a white robe. He hated her. He... loved you, but hated her."

Lucifer's brows furrowed as he listened, his grip on Allistair tightening slightly. "A woman?" he repeated softly, as if trying to grasp the meaning behind the dream. "And a child...?" His golden eyes flickered with a hint of worry.

Allistair's emotions swirled again, his fear and jealousy gnawing at him like a relentless beast. The idea of Lucifer with someone else, even in a dream, was unbearable. And deep down, there was that same, haunting feeling—that someone, somehow, was going to take Lucifer away from him.

"I can't explain it," Allistair said, his voice hoarse. "But I... I feel like I'm going to lose you. To her. To *something.*"

Lucifer's hand moved to cup Allistair's face, his gaze softening with concern and love. "You're not going to lose me," he said firmly, but the undercurrent of unease in his voice made Allistair's heart race faster.

But the reassurance wasn't enough. Something deep inside Allistair screamed that it wasn't enough. The fear was still there, festering, and with it came a desperation—a need to prove to himself, to prove to the world, that Lucifer was his.

"No," Allistair gasped, his hands sliding up to wrap around Lucifer's neck. He looked up at him, his rainbow-colored eyes swirling with a mix of desire and panic. "I need to feel it. I need to know... that you're mine."

"Allistair.." Lucifer's voice was

tender but concerned as he

searched Allistair's face. There

was something different about him tonight-an edge to his desperation that worried Lucifer deeply.

Before he could respond further, Allistair closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to Lucifer's in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was fierce, hungry, full of need and raw emotion. Lucifer hesitated for a brief moment, feeling the urgency radiating from his

mate.

"Allistair, wait-"

But Allistair didn't wait. He

couldn't. The fear inside him

had morphed into something primal, something that made his entire body ache with a burning need to claim and be claimed. He needed Lucifer-now, more than ever. His hands gripped Lucifer's shoulders, pulling him closer, as if afraid that if he let go, Lucifer would slip away.

Lucifer could feel the intensity in Allistair, and his own wolf, Lucan and Morgan, stirred inside him in response. There was something powerful about the energy coming from Allistair-an energy that called out to every dark, possessive instinct in him.

"Allistair, slow down," Lucifer whispered, his voice rough with desire yet tinged with concern. But Allistair shook his head, his rainbow-swirl eyes glowing brightly in the dim room.

"I can't," he gasped, his voice thick with need. "I need you now. Please, Lucifer..."

Lucifer's resolve wavered as he stared into Allistair's eyes, feeling his mate's desperation seep into his bones. He kissed him again, this time slower, deeper, trying to ground Allistair in the present moment. But Allistair's hunger only grew, his body pressing against Lucifer's with an intensity that made Lucifer's control begin to slip.

Lucifer's own primal instincts kicked in, his desire for Allistair becoming overwhelming. He pushed Allistair back onto the bed, his eyes darkening as he hovered over him, their breaths mingling in the heated air between them. "You're mine," Lucifer growled, his voice deep and possessive.

Allistair's lips parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Yes," he whispered, his hands sliding down Lucifer's chest. "'Im yours. Always. Now fuck me Mi Alfa"

Lucifer's eyes flickered, red and crimson, as the room seemed to darken around them. He kissed Allistair again, rougher this time, his control slipping away as his possessive side took over.

Allistair responded with equal fervor, his fingers digging into Lucifer's back as his need to feel connected-to be claimed became overwhelming.

Allistair now on top of Lucifer, suddenly plop his butt on Lucifer's, letting Lucifer's cock enter him. He moaned feeling the raw pain and pleasure at the same time. He moved on top violently as if it was not enough that Lucifer's inside him. He want all of him, owning himself to the point of no return.

Lucifer seeing his mate like this aroused him even more yet worried at the same time. His eyes now burning crimson red.

"Hey Amica Mea slow down nnghh fuck."

Allistair kissed him roughly now looking at him with so much love and obsession.

"Nnghh no! Fuck me more Mi Alfa, own me like there's no tomorrow." Provoked by such words Lucifer followed a brutal face fucking him senselessly and Allistair loosing himself to the pain and ecstasy.

It wasn't long before Allistair felt the familiar, powerful shift within him. His eyes, already rainbow-hued, glowed brighter, and the Mark of Lilith began to pulse on his forehead. His hair changed as well, shifting into a long, snow-white cascade with streaks of crimson, falling around his shoulders like a veil of ice and fire. His pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light, his true form emerging fully, driven by the depths of his desire for Lucifer.

Lucifer's breath hitched as he took in Allistair's transformation. His own beast, Lucan, and his wolf stirred within him, responding to the shift in Allistair's energy. Lucan wanted to claim Allistair-needed to, just as fiercely as Lucifer did.

The bond between them

thrummed with intensity, pulling them together, deeper and deeper into their shared primal need.

"Allistair" Lucifer murmured, his voice rough with emotion and desire, his eyes locking onto the glowing mark on Allistair's forehead. "You're perfect."

But Allistair barely heard him. He was drowning in the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body, the intense pleasure, the possessive need. His wolf, Lilione, stirred inside him, growling with hunger and the same fear of losing their mate that had gripped Allistair earlier.

"Don't leave me," Allistair whispered, his voice breaking as his body arched beneath Lucifer. "Please, don't ever leave me."

Lucifer growled softly, his hands gripping Allistair's hips as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Allistair's ear. "Never. You're mine, Allistair. I'll never leave you. No one will take me from you.

With that, the last of Allistair's fear dissolved into the all-consuming heat of their connection. He let go completely, surrendering to Lucifer, letting his mate claim him fully and brutally. It wasn't just about love-it was about possession, about the deep, ancient bond that pulsed between them, something that had been waiting to awaken inside them both.

And as they moved together, their bodies entwined, Allistair's fears seemed to melt away, replaced by the raw, undeniable truth of their connection.

They belonged to each other. Always had. Always would.

****At Allistair and Lucifer's secret garden something happened, the roses suddenly wilted and a dark fog emerge from the wilted roses and the scent of blood and roses permeated through the air

****The Rogues Territory, on the far south, a person sitting on the black throne with black angel wings with golden higlights at the end, at the back hanged on the wall which eerily look real and alive as if it's fluttering, tainted with blood.

The person, dressed in white clothes with a crescent design and was holding a rose pendant that somehow glowed and has a hollow surface inside with an image of a woman.

"Soon, Heaven will fall, and Hell without it's ruler will crumble and I will make sure of that" The the person laughed evilly.

****At Alpha Mikael's Mansion

At Alpha Mikael's Mansion, the air buzzed with an unseen, ancient energy. Mikael Heaven Cassius tossed in his bed, his brow furrowed in restless sleep, trapped in a vivid dream that replayed the familiar clash between Michael and Lucifer. But tonight, the dream shifted into something deeper, more personal, a tugging sensation pulling at his very soul, telling him he somehow belonged there, within the chaos of celestial light and infernal darkness.

Through the swirling battle, amidst the eternal conflict, a figure appeared. A boy, no older than fifteen, stood on the fringes of the fight, watching with unnerving calm. His features were otherworldly, angelic even, but something in those golden eyes pierced Mikael's heart. The boy's gaze wasn't on the battlefield—it was locked solely on Lucifer, his obsession with the fallen angel more powerful than the war unfolding around him.

Mikael's vision blurred, the boy's face flickering between familiar features. There was something haunting about him, a resemblance Mikael couldn't quite place. Lilith. The boy carried the ethereal beauty of Lilith, the ancient mother of demons. But it was not just beauty—the darkness was there too, woven into every fiber of his being.

The dream grew sharper as Mikael's body tensed in his sleep. Amidst the clashing of angelic swords and the roar of power, the battle itself faded, and Lucifer and Michael stood apart from the chaos. Their mighty wings unfurled, casting long shadows over the ruined heavens. The air thickened with tension, the unspoken conflict between them as palpable as the fire around them.

Michael broke the silence first, his voice cold but laced with deep sorrow. "Why, brother? Why must you seek the destruction of everything we were meant to protect?" His blue eyes, shimmering with the light of the divine, searched Lucifer's face for a trace of the sibling he once knew. "You defy the Creator, but to what end? What do you hope to gain?"

Lucifer's bitter smile held no warmth. His dark wings stretched wide, his silver eyes reflecting the fire of rebellion within him. "What do I hope to gain, Michael? Freedom. Freedom from a fate written for us before we ever took our first breath. I reject the chains—to the Creator, to Heaven, to you."

"Freedom?" Michael's voice hardened, his sorrow giving way to frustration. "Your so-called freedom is nothing but destruction, brother. You've led countless souls into the abyss for your pride, and for what? Rebellion?"

Lucifer's gaze darkened, the centuries of war etched in his eyes. "You do not understand me, Michael. You never did. You've always been content to kneel, to serve blindly. But I refuse to bow."

Michael stepped forward, his gaze sharpened. "And this boy?" His tone was sharp, his words slicing through the dream. "I've seen him, Lucifer. The one with the golden eyes, the one who watches you with that twisted fascination. Who is he?"

Lucifer's smirk faded, replaced by a fleeting shadow of uncertainty. His voice, when he spoke, was quieter, as though the weight of the truth was almost too much to bear. "He is... what was never meant to be. A child born of a forbidden union, a blend of bloodlines that should have remained separate. His existence is... complicated."

Michael's eyes widened in realization. "He is hers, isn't he? Lilith's child."

Lucifer said nothing. His silence was answer enough.

"And yet, he calls you father," Michael pressed.

Lucifer's wings twitched, his silver eyes clouded for just a moment. "He is obsessed," he admitted, the words laced with an uncharacteristic softness. "With me, with the darkness I carry. It binds him to me in ways neither of us fully understands."

Michael's brow furrowed, his angelic face hardening once more. "This obsession will bring nothing but ruin, Lucifer. You know this. The boy is dangerous—perhaps more dangerous than even you realize."

Lucifer's expression shifted, the defiance returning to his features. "Do not lecture me, brother. I know what danger is. I know what he is capable of. But the boy's fate is intertwined with ours. He is neither fully angel nor demon, yet he holds the power of both."

Michael's face turned grave. "Then he is a threat to all creation. If his blood carries both heaven and hell, he could tip the balance of the world itself."

Lucifer's smirk returned, though colder this time. "Or he could end it all."

The dream wavered, the conversation dissolving into the shadows as Mikael's consciousness slipped away. But even as he stirred in his bed, the weight of the vision lingered. This boy, this child born of both light and darkness, was more than just an obsessed disciple of Lucifer. He was a force that could alter the very fabric of existence. And Mikael couldn't shake the feeling that this boy's fate and the dream was somehow tied to his own.