Chapter 374 - Lucifer

When the ages were still uncounted, when the cosmos was young and the heavens had not yet drawn their borders, there was a realm abandoned by light. It was a place of molten seas and jagged obsidian ridges, where storms of ash and fire raged without end and nothing resembled life as the higher worlds knew it. The celestial archives would one day call it the Womb of Perdition, but those who struggled in its endless torment had no name for it. They were not demons then—merely scattered natives, malformed things of horn, scale, and shadow, clinging to existence amid the choking air and rivers of magma. They knew nothing of unity, only survival, each creature snarling against the other, driven by base hunger.