Chapter 132: Interview With The Devil

Chapter 132: Interview With The DevilOrigin HQ

Dimly Lit. Soundproof. No exit but the door behind her.

The red light on the camera blinked steadily.

Luna Rae stood behind the mic stand, palms slick, throat dry, her camera crew stationed nervously at the edges of the room. The chairs were set. The lighting was perfect.

But she wasn’t.

Across from her, sitting like a king in shadows, was him.

Lucifer Origin.

The Devil. The Vampire Lord. Leader of the Origin Clan.

He looked far too calm for someone who had just slaughtered Resistance bases around the world.

Black coat. Boots polished. His eyes glowed faintly in the low light—crimson, bored, dangerous.

And then he spoke.



"Why do you look afraid?" Lucifer said, head tilting lazily. "I thought this was what you always wanted?"

Luna stiffened.

Her lips trembled slightly as she gripped the mic. "I... I did. I mean—yes. I do."

He raised a brow.

"You chased my people across borders. Hounded Zane, begged Alessia, followed Anita into a bloodbath just to catch a glimpse of me. And now?" His voice dipped like silk over a blade. "You’re shaking."

Luna swallowed hard, trying to steel herself. "I’m just... processing."

Lucifer leaned back in his chair, elbows on the armrests, fingers laced.

"No need to lie. You’re scared."

She couldn’t deny it.

But she didn’t run either.

"Yeah," Luna admitted, taking a shaky breath. "But fear never stopped me before."

Lucifer smirked. "Good."

He gestured with two fingers. "Ask your questions, reporter. But know this: I only answer once."

The camera crew gave her a subtle thumbs-up behind Lucifer. They were rolling.

Luna glanced at her notes, then tossed them aside.

No point.

This wasn’t that kind of interview.

She looked straight into Lucifer’s glowing eyes. "Do you feel guilt?"

Lucifer blinked once.

She went on.

"All those resistance bases. The people inside. The footage leaked—bodies, labs, blood... Did any part of you hesitate?"

He tilted his head slightly.

"No."

Just like that.

Silence.

Luna felt a cold chill creep up her arms. "Why?"

Lucifer’s voice was low now, but steady. "Because they weren’t innocent. They tortured kids. Ripped witches from covens. Cut up werewolves like lab rats. Used kitsune tails to power weapons. You know what I saw in those bases?"

Luna didn’t answer.

He leaned forward, voice sharper now. "Children with wires in their spines. Vampires fed their own blood through IVs until they broke. Spirit beings screaming for hours in tanks."

He stopped.

And smiled—just barely. "So no. I don’t feel guilt. I feel satisfaction."

Luna took another breath. "But what about the humans who didn’t support them? What about the ones who are just afraid?"

Lucifer chuckled. "I’m not killing the world. I’m pruning it."

She stared at him.

"Sounds like you’ve already decided who lives and who dies."

"No," he said, eyes flashing. "They decided that when they came for my kind first."

He sat back again, the room feeling smaller somehow.

"You want the real headline, Luna?" Lucifer said, smiling like a devil in a church. "The myth became reality. But reality’s cruel. And I’m just the consequence."

The silence stretched.

Luna’s voice was soft now. "Do you ever wish things were different?"

Lucifer blinked again. Slower this time.

And for a moment—just one—he looked... tired.

Then it was gone.

"Wishing is for humans," he said. "I make realities."

Luna looked down at her hands. "What happens now?"

Lucifer stood slowly.

The crew backed away instinctively.

He walked past her, his presence heavy like a stormcloud right before it breaks.

At the door, he paused.

"Next time you want to talk to the devil," he said without looking back, "make sure you’re ready to hear the truth."

Then he was gone.

And Luna Rae...

...finally realized this wasn’t the big break she wanted.



It was a wake-up call.

The world wasn’t normal anymore.

And the devil didn’t do interviews.

He gave warnings.

The interview door shut behind him with a soft hiss.

Lucifer walked without urgency. Long strides. Hands in his coat pockets. Silent.

But he heard her anyway.

Boots tapping behind him. Uneven. Hesitant. Then faster.

"...Wait."

He stopped, just outside the corridor leading toward the war wing. Slowly, he turned—eyes glowing faintly in the dark.

Luna Rae stood there, breath quick, hands trembling but not from fear this time.

"You’re not done," she said, voice just above a whisper.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "I gave you your answers."

"No," she said, stepping closer. "You gave me your truths. That’s different."

He didn’t move. Just watched her.

Luna reached into her coat, pulled out the earpiece she wore during the interview, and tossed it aside. The click of it hitting the floor echoed through the corridor.

"I didn’t follow your people for a story," she said. "At first... maybe. But not anymore."

Lucifer didn’t speak. His stare was unreadable.

"I saw the labs too," Luna said. "I saw the bodies. The kids. I saw what the Resistance did to them. And I saw you tear those monsters apart without blinking."

She stepped closer, eyes locked with his.

"And I get it."

Lucifer’s jaw tightened slightly.

"You’re not doing this because you enjoy it," she went on. "You’re doing it because someone has to."

He narrowed his eyes. "Is this your pitch for sympathy?"

"No," Luna said, louder now. "It’s my choice."

She took a breath.

"I want to help you."

Lucifer tilted his head, just a little. "You?"

"I have reach," she said quickly. "My footage, my words—they go out to the human world. I’ve worked my way into their trust. They listen to me. They believe I’m neutral."

She stepped right up to him now. Brave. Maybe foolish.

"I want to use that. I want to show them your truth. Not what the Resistance edits and twists. I want them to see the real reason behind the blood and fire."

Lucifer looked down at her. Silent. Judging.

Luna didn’t blink. "If I can do that... maybe the next child born with fangs won’t get stuffed in a tank. Maybe the next witch won’t be dragged from her family and burned in the name of ’security.’"

The silence between them stretched.

Then—

"You’re naive," Lucifer said. "You think showing humans the truth will make them stop fearing us?"

"No," she said. "But maybe it’ll make them think twice before trying to kill you."

Lucifer was quiet for a long moment.

Then, softly—like a confession, not a threat—he said, "I’m not a hero, Luna. And I don’t do mercy."

She smiled faintly. "Good. I’m not asking you to."

Lucifer finally turned fully toward her. The lights above shifted as if reacting to his mood.

"You do this," he said, voice low, "you’ll be marked. You’ll be hunted. By your own people."

"I already am," Luna said. "I’ve defended supernaturals on public broadcasts before. My inbox is full of death threats. I’m still standing."

Lucifer studied her face.

No lies.

No fear.

Just fire.

A different kind of fire than his. But fire all the same.

"...Fine," he said at last. "Do what you want. Just know... once you step into this, you don’t step back out."

Luna nodded. "I stepped in the moment I walked into that interview room."

Lucifer gave a faint smile.

No humor. Just recognition.

Then he turned again.



"You’ve got one shot," he said. "Make it count."

He walked off into the crimson-lit hall.

This time, Luna didn’t follow.

She just stood there—alone now, but no longer uncertain.

Her camera crew would wonder where she went. Her agency would demand the edited clips. The world would spin as always.

But everything had changed.

He had just gained a human ally.

Not a warrior.

Not a witch.

Not a soldier.

But a voice.

A voice loud enough to shake the world.