The moment Lucifer pressed YES, the room dimmed like the air itself had stopped moving.
Then—
BOOM.
A pulse of dark red energy exploded from his chest, slamming into the walls like a shockwave. The mirror shattered. The lights flickered, then died. Silence. Stillness.
And then—pain.
Lucifer doubled over, clutching his chest as something deep inside him twisted. His veins lit up beneath his skin, glowing crimson like fire trapped in glass. His knees hit the tiles. He gasped. It felt like his blood was boiling, like his body was being remade from the inside out.
"Nghh—what the hell…!"
His back arched. His muscles tightened. His bones cracked—not breaking, but shifting, stretching. He felt his spine lengthen, his limbs reshaping. Taller. Leaner. Stronger.
His skin paled just slightly, but it wasn't sickly—it was flawless, like porcelain touched by moonlight. His hair, dark and messy, ignited in a blaze of red—deep, burning red, strands glowing faintly like embers in the night.
