Hell — Lilith's POVThe throne room was heavy with tension. Demons lined the walls, silent and still, as Lucifer's fury thundered like an unseen storm.
Lilith stood at the edge of the room, her hands folded neatly before her, her face carefully schooled into neutrality. But inside, her heart twisted.
Her son was in danger.
Our son.
Lucifer slammed his hand against the arm of his throne. "He dares defy me again. He shields the girl. He weakens my hold!" His voice cracked like fire. "That boy forgets what blood runs through his veins."
Lilith finally spoke, her voice quiet but sharp enough to cut the silence. "He remembers well enough. He simply refuses to be your dog."
Lucifer turned, eyes burning with golden fury. "Careful, Lilith. I tolerate your sharp tongue because I once loved you. Do not push me."
She smiled bitterly. Once loved.But never truly respected.
Still, she said nothing more. She knew better than to throw herself into the flames of his temper.
Yet, as Lucifer raged on, Lilith thought of Keiran — the way he had always looked at her with both admiration and disappointment, as if he pitied her weakness. And perhaps he was right.
She wanted to protect him, to shield him from his father's wrath… but Keiran had always been more his own man than hers.
Lucifer's POVThe boy was dangerous.More dangerous than Sabrina, more dangerous than the coven's whispers of rebellion.
He was his blood, yes. But he was also Lilith's — and that made him unpredictable. Worse, the boy had inherited his stubbornness.
Lucifer tapped a clawed finger against the throne. Perhaps it was time to remind him who truly ruled here.
Keiran's POVLater, in the quiet of his chamber in Greendale — far from the fire and stone of Hell — Keiran sat in silence. The room was dim, lit only by a single lamp.
His hands rested on the table, but his mind was elsewhere.
He had seen the look in Sabrina's eyes earlier, when the shadow attacked. Fear, yes — but also trust. She clung to him in that moment. And he… couldn't let her go.
But he also knew his father's patience was fraying. Lucifer wouldn't tolerate his interference forever.
Keiran closed his eyes. For a brief moment, he considered calling upon his angelic form. The wings of midnight, the divine-demonic power that burned in his veins. He could feel it just beneath the surface, calling to him.
But no. He would not reveal it. Not yet. Not to her. Not to anyone but himself.
Instead, he whispered to the empty room:"I made my choice. I'll protect her… even if it makes me your enemy, Father."
Narrator's POVAnd so the game tightened.In Greendale, Sabrina grew suspicious.In Hell, Lucifer plotted punishment.And between them stood Keiran — the son who had chosen free will over chains.
But free will came at a cost.
And the storm had only just begun.