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Lucifer lay beneath the broken granite and let the silence settle around him while the last of the collapse finished its quiet rearrangement.
Stone pressed against him from every side, fractured slabs leaning in patient, unstable geometry.
Dust sifted downward through thin seams of light, drifting across his coat and shoulders like the aftermath of a very expensive mistake.
Which, he admitted privately, this rather was.
He had probed.
That had been the intention, A measured prod, a sovereign curiosity, nothing overtly hostile.
He had wanted to see how far the silver extended, how much of that quiet stillness was posture and how much was substance.
A light touch, A test.
Then the mortals were affected by his own power.
He remembered that moment with uncomfortable clarity. The pressure of his darkness spreading, the ground responding, the humans beneath it caught in the weight.
