Lucifer stood motionless in front of the carriage, his crimson eyes narrowing as he examined the unseen force before them. Rose watched, her fingers twitching against the fabric of her dress.
Something about the way he tensed, the way his aura darkened like a storm brewing over the underworld, sent a chill down her spine.
He knew.
"When I left, there was no barrier here," Lucifer murmured, his voice devoid of warmth. The coachmen stiffened behind Rose, their wings ruffling uneasily.
Before she could even question him, he lifted his hand. With a single swipe, the air cracked apart like shattering glass.
Rose barely swallowed a scream.
The illusion crumbled, revealing things.
Hellish creatures, grotesque and forbidden, lurking just beyond the veil. Some had leathery wings twisted at unnatural angles, others had elongated limbs covered in dark, oozing skin.