The Starfire Realm
Lucifer stood on a broad platform of dark glass, his black hair shifting under unseen forces. Across his field of sight Nyx observed, dark eyes gleaming in the dimness as living shadows slithered half-heartedly down her body in imitation of a cloak. Aeloria hovered near the edge of the platform, arms folded across her chest and silver-streaked hair swirling in an unbroken wind. Three years ago they had come together to an uncertain, uneasy truce after the endless night of duels, pauses, accusations, and finally reluctant acceptance of the truth that none of them would leave the place before they killed the final opposition.
Nyx moved one hand.
