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Jason opened his eyes to a beach.
Not a memory of a beach, not a simulation, not a pocket dimension pretending to be something it wasn't. An actual beach. Sand beneath his feet, warm and granular. Sun above his head, bright and real. Waves rolling against the shore, each crash carrying the smell of salt and something else—something older, something that had been here long before the first mortal drew breath.
A summer home stood at the edge of the sand, clean lines and large windows, the kind of place that belonged on a magazine cover. Lucifer walked toward it, his white suit immaculate, his shoes leaving no prints in the sand.
Jason looked around, then back at Lucifer. "This your fucking summer home or something?"
"Indeed." Lucifer didn't turn around. "Nice, isn't it? I come here often. To contemplate my thoughts. And my ideas."
Jason followed, his boots sinking into the sand with each step. "I see. This is where you had your existential crisis, eh?"
Lucifer laughed—a genuine sound, warm and unguarded. "Indeed. It was here I decided to see what was beyond." He stopped at the edge of the porch and turned to face Jason. "To think I was so minuscule in comparison. My own father... was just one of billions of beings like him. Powerful beings capable of creating multiverses. Shaping reality like it's nothing. Deleting and recreating people and entities as powerful as me."
He stepped onto the porch, his hand resting on the railing.
"But that's not what I'm here to talk about." His eyes found Jason's. "I'm here to teach you how to kill a being that cannot be killed."
He turned and faced Jason fully, his expression shifting from casual amusement to something sharper.
"Now. What do you know about killing things that cannot be killed?"
Jason frowned. "I'm not sure what you're asking. I've managed to kill beings in a place where death was banned." He paused. "Does that count?"
Lucifer's smile returned. "Show me."
"Show you?"
"Use the most powerful abilities you have." Lucifer spread his arms wide. "On me. Now."
Jason stared at him. "Uh. Okay. You sure?"
Lucifer's eyes flashed. "Boy. I don't know who you think I am, but I am not to be trifled with." His voice carried weight now, the easy charm gone. "Do it."
Jason nodded. He raised his hand.
The Dimensional Cleave left his fingers without warning, invisible and absolute, slicing through the space between them. It should have cut Lucifer in half. Should have carved through whatever defenses he had, whatever divine protection he carried.
Lucifer stood there.
He didn't move. Didn't flinch. Didn't even blink.
"Ah." He tilted his head, studying the air where the slash had passed. "Instead of cutting someone, you cut the space itself. Making it so reality itself is slashed." He nodded slowly. "Nice. But beings such as I don't know or care about such a thing." His eyes met Jason's. "Because reality existed after us."
Jason's jaw tightened. He raised his hand again.
Soul Slash.
The blade left him—invisible, incorporeal, designed to split souls in two. It had worked on demons, on angels, on beings that had existed for millennia. It had killed the Absolute Joker.
Lucifer didn't even feel it.
"What was that?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"A soul slash." Jason lowered his hand. "It's supposed to split souls into two. Usually works."
"I see." Lucifer nodded. "A soul is something only a mortal can have. It's proof that someone breathed life onto them." He spread his hands. "Beings like me? We don't have souls. We are a law. We don't exist because the universe birthed us. We exist because we gave birth to it." He smiled. "As such, a soul attack is meaningless."
Jason sighed. He raised his hand one more time.
Death Slash.
The blade left him—raw, primal, carrying the weight of every ending that had ever been. It struck Lucifer in the chest.
Lucifer smiled.
"Nice." He touched his chest where the slash had landed. "Now that one was raw. I felt it." He shrugged. "It, of course, is like a mosquito bite. But you can feel it. A primordial power of death." His eyes met Jason's. "Thing is... death affects those that can die." He paused. "I cannot."
He studied Jason's face, watching the frustration build.
"There's more, isn't there?" His grin widened. "Go on. Use it."
Jason reached up and pulled the Ankh from his neck. The pendant grew in his palm, dark energy swirling around it, drawing on the souls of Hell. He closed his eyes, focused, channeled everything he had into the small symbol of death.
The Ankh grew. Massive. Inevitable. It rose above Lucifer's head, casting a shadow across the beach, across the summer home, across the waves that had stopped crashing.
Jason looked up at Lucifer. "You sure?"
Lucifer's voice was sharp. "Do it, you fool."
The Ankh dropped.
It passed through Lucifer's body—intangible, untouchable, absolute. It emptied itself completely, every soul Jason had gathered, every fragment of destined death he had stored. Doomsday had taken a fraction of its power. The Merciless had taken more. Lucifer took everything.
And stood there. Unchanged. Unharmed. Unimpressed.
"A death that is final." Lucifer's voice was quiet, almost thoughtful. "You don't kill them. You instead bring upon them their time of death early." He looked at Jason. "What do you call this?"
Jason lowered his hand. The Ankh shrank back to pendant size, dim and nearly empty.
"Destined Death."
"Destined Death." Lucifer turned the words over in his mouth. "Fitting." He shook his head. "But false."
He raised his hand.
A small yellow flame appeared in his palm...small enough to hold, small enough to crush, small enough to seem harmless. It flickered in the sunlight, casting no shadows, producing no heat. But something about it made Jason's skin crawl. Made his teeth ache. Made his mind want to look away and keep looking at the same time.
"What do you see?" Lucifer asked.
Jason stared at the flame. "A flame?"
"Is that so?" Lucifer extended his hand. "Touch it."
Jason hesitated.
"Touch it."
Jason stepped forward. He raised his finger. He touched the flame.
The pain was not pain.
It was worse. It was everything. It was the concept of suffering made physical, the idea of agony given form. His finger screamed. His hand screamed. His arm, his shoulder, his chest, his mind—everything that he was, everything that he had ever been, everything that he might become—burned.
He fell.
His body hit the sand, convulsing, his mouth open in a scream that he couldn't hear over the roaring in his ears. His eyes rolled back, then forward, then back again—and when they opened, they were yellow. Yellow like the flame. Yellow like madness.
"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Lucifer knelt beside him, watching him writhe. His voice was calm, almost clinical.
"That is the Flame of Frenzy." He studied Jason's face, the yellow eyes, the contorted features. "I found it on a foreign world. Well many foreign worlds actually." he added
"It has many names, depending on the world. Some worlds call it the Primordial Flame. Some worlds call it the Chaos Flame. Some worlds call it the Madness Flame." He shrugged. "Wherever it is, it is usually associated with that world's Lucifer. Or Devil." He gestured at himself. "That is my power."
Jason screamed. His body arched off the sand. His fingers clawed at nothing.
"It hurts a lot." Lucifer's voice was almost sympathetic. "Because it doesn't burn you. Or your soul. Or your mind." He reached out and placed his hand on Jason's head. "It burns your very concept of living. Whatever you represent. Whatever you are." His fingers tightened. "It burns it."
The flame receded.
The yellow faded from Jason's eyes. The screaming stopped. The convulsions stilled. He lay in the sand, chest heaving, sweat soaking through his clothes, his entire body trembling with the memory of pain that refused to leave.
"What the hell did you... do to me?" he managed.
Lucifer stood up, brushing sand from his knees. He looked down at Jason with something that might have been approval.
"I showed you," he said, "the weapon you will use to kill the Empty Hand."
He turned and began walking toward the summer home.
"Now get up. Follow me." He glanced back over his shoulder. "Let's find a target to train on."
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