Abandoned Metro Tunnels – New York's Lower Depths
Two Nights Later
The air was thick.
Not just from dust, but from age. The smell of rusted rails, moldy concrete, and dried blood clung to every surface. This place wasn't used anymore—not by trains, not by humans. But something else moved here now.
Lucifer stepped lightly over the broken rails, coat dragging behind him, his steps silent but precise. Every few meters, he paused. Tilted his head. Eyes scanning.
There were traces.
Barely-there signs.
Scrapes on the walls. Burnt stone. Alchemical residue that hummed faintly under his senses. Whoever brought Calen back hadn't erased their trail as well as they thought. He followed it deep, deeper than most vampires would even consider going.
The further he went, the colder it got.
And quieter.
Even the rats had stopped coming down here.
He stopped at an old security gate. It was torn open like paper. Something big did that. Fast.
