The next morning arrived like a whisper.
The Vampire Realm was quiet again—unnaturally so. No horns. No movement outside the castle walls. Just the soft flutter of crimson banners brushing against ancient stone, and the hush of air thick with leftover power. The aftermath of a god's awakening.
Lucifer stirred.
But this time, it wasn't weak. It wasn't slow.
His eyes snapped open, glowing red.
Fully awake.
He exhaled once. Then sat up.
No pain.
The bruises were gone. The cuts healed. His skin—pale, but radiant—shimmered faintly with a new kind of aura. Deeper. Still and vast like a sealed ocean. His body wasn't just restored.
It had changed.
Lucifer swung his legs off the side of the bed and stood—bare feet on cold stone.
He looked down at his hand and closed his fist.
Power crackled under his skin. Controlled. Sharpened. No longer struggling to contain itself.
A soft chime echoed in his head.
SYSTEM NOTIFICATION:
STAT UPDATE – EVOLUTION COMPLETE
