Geraldine sat on a velvet cushion, her red eyes locked on a projection—an ethereal image of Lucifer, flickering like starlight on water.There was no rage in her gaze, no malice—only an aching silence, an overwhelming storm of longing buried under centuries of strength. The strongest demon alive, the Paragon of Sin, the Chosen of Chaos and heir to the Dark Mystic Path… reduced to quiet, fragile yearning.Love had outlived empires. Hers had endured for over a thousand years.
A single tear traced the curve of her cheek before she wiped it away with a growl."No," she muttered, steeling her voice. "Not now."She remembered the fire in her son's eyes—Xander, her beloved adopted son, whose determination to meet his father knew no limits.If he was willing to claw through the world for that man, so would she.
