Chapter 93: Rematch 2

Chapter 93: Rematch 2Lucifer lunged forward, speed blurring his figure into nothing more than a streak of shadow and crimson. Vina shifted instantly, fur erupting across her body as she transformed into her werewolf form, claws digging into the rooftop, eyes gleaming bright gold.

They collided with a shockwave that cracked the ground beneath them. Lucifer’s fist slammed into Vina’s claw, sparks flying from the impact. He spun instantly, leg sweeping around with vicious force. Vina narrowly dodged, flipping back as shadowy tendrils burst from her fingertips, slicing through the air toward Lucifer.

He twisted, dropping into a shadow portal and reappearing behind her. His eyes burned red, veins pulsing as blood erupted from the wound he’d opened on his own palm, hardening instantly into razor-sharp blades that sliced towards Vina.

She spun, shadows pooling around her, forming a shield. The blood blades shattered against it, but Lucifer was already moving again. He dove through the barrier, smashing his fist directly into her side. She snarled in pain, stumbling but quickly regaining her footing, launching herself back at him.

"You’re stronger," Vina growled, shadows enveloping her fists, amplifying their devastating power.

"I haven’t even started," Lucifer replied coldly, eyes flashing dangerously.

He surged forward, shadow and blood swirling around him in a deadly dance. Vina met him blow for blow, their strikes echoing like thunder across the rooftops. Her claws tore through his arm, blood splattering—but he laughed, the blood reforming into spikes that pierced through her shoulder, eliciting a sharp cry.

She retaliated instantly, shadows erupting from beneath Lucifer’s feet, impaling him through his side and pinning him in place.

"Got you," she snarled triumphantly.

Lucifer grinned, dark and savage. "Not even close."

His body liquefied into blood, dropping through the shadows. Vina’s eyes widened in shock just as Lucifer rematerialized behind her, striking her spine with brutal force. She crashed to the ground, cracking the rooftop beneath her.



She rose slowly, eyes filled with wild fury. Her aura flared, shadows surging around her in chaotic waves. "I’ll rip you apart, vampire!"

"Try it," Lucifer sneered.

Vina lunged forward, shadows forming razor-like blades around her arms. Lucifer didn’t move; he just raised one hand slowly. Blood surged from the battlefield, rising like tidal waves. As she struck, the blood hardened into an impenetrable wall. Her claws scraped uselessly against it, and Lucifer immediately countered, driving the blood spikes directly into her arms and pinning her in place.

She roared, muscles bulging as she broke free, shadows exploding around her. But Lucifer was faster—his form blurring again, grabbing her throat and slamming her hard against the rooftop’s edge. The concrete cracked beneath her.

"Mercy," she spat, shadows trying to claw at him even now, "isn’t something I expect."

"Good," Lucifer growled, tightening his grip. "Because you’re not getting any."

He pulled her from the edge, throwing her across the rooftop with frightening ease. She slammed hard, skidding across the shattered surface, coming to a stop at Rey’s unconscious form.

"Vina!" Rey murmured weakly, barely conscious.

"Stay down, Rey," Lucifer warned. His eyes blazed with raw fury. "This doesn’t involve you anymore."

Vina staggered to her feet, shadows swirling around her. Blood streamed from countless wounds, but still, she fought. She raised her arms, darkness spiraling into a powerful vortex around her, threatening to engulf everything.

"One last attack!" she roared, pouring all her remaining strength into the shadows, "Everything ends here!"

Lucifer watched, his expression cold, unafraid.

"It already ended," he whispered.

Blood and shadow surged forth, intertwining around Lucifer like a storm of chaos. As Vina’s shadow vortex shot towards him, Lucifer released his combined might in a devastating wave.

The forces collided violently, sending shockwaves cascading across the city. Windows shattered, walls cracked, and a massive explosion lit the sky, drowning everything in crimson and black.

When the dust finally settled, Lucifer stood calmly amidst the destruction. Across from him, Vina lay broken and defeated, barely conscious, breathing ragged and shallow.

He stepped toward her, slow and deliberate, shadows flickering in his wake.

Lucifer knelt beside her, the wind stirring the blood-soaked rooftop as the faint rumble of distant destruction echoed through the city below. The sky still bled red from the tear above, but here—right here—there was only silence.

Vina’s breath hitched, shallow and broken. Her body refused to move. Blood pooled beneath her, shadows flickering and failing around her twitching limbs. Her eyes, golden and dim, locked on Lucifer’s face.

"Finish it..." she rasped, barely above a whisper. "Do it."

Lucifer looked at her with eyes colder than ice, yet somehow burning with something far deeper.



"No," he said. "You don’t get to die."

She blinked, confusion cutting through her haze of pain.

He leaned closer, voice quiet and laced with something cruel. "You bit me. You tried to kill me. Not because of orders, not because of loyalty. Because you could."

He raised one hand. Blood dripped down his fingertips like ink, swirling and forming a glowing red sigil that hovered just above his palm.

"I’ll show you what that felt like."

Vina’s eyes widened. "Wait—"

Too late.

He slammed the sigil onto her chest. It burned through her clothes, searing into her skin with a hiss. The symbol flared brightly—ancient, vampiric, cursed—and then dimmed to a deep, pulsing crimson.

Vina screamed.

It wasn’t a scream of surprise or defiance.

It was agony.

Her entire body convulsed violently, every nerve in her frame lighting up like fire. Her mind shattered into white noise. Her muscles locked, and her eyes rolled back.

"What—what did you—?" she gasped through clenched teeth.

Lucifer stood, watching her writhe. "I engraved it into your soul. A mark of blood."

The wind picked up around them, swirling shadows and broken glass across the rooftop.

"You wanted to know what a werewolf bite does to a vampire," he said. "So I gave it back to you."

Vina’s hands clawed at her chest, but there was nothing to pull out, nothing to undo.

"You’ll feel it. All of it," Lucifer continued. "The burning in the veins. The fever under the skin. The madness creeping in from the edges of your mind."

She howled in pain.

"But worse."

He knelt again beside her, voice dropping lower.



"You’ll feel it tenfold. You’ll hallucinate. You’ll scream. You’ll beg. And it won’t kill you."

Tears welled up in her eyes—not from fear, not even from regret—but pure, unrelenting torment. She shook violently, her claws digging into the roof as her body fought the mark.

"It’s not just pain," Lucifer said. "It’s every ounce of it I felt when you bit me. When I thought I was dying. When I thought it was over."

Her mouth opened in another scream, but it was hoarse now, cracked and empty.

Lucifer stood again, brushing blood from his knuckles.

"You live with it."

He looked over at Rey, still unconscious, then back to Vina.

"You live knowing this is what you did."

She rolled onto her side, breathing ragged. Her eyes were unfocused, the mark still glowing faintly across her chest, pulsing with each heartbeat. Her body trembled like it would tear itself apart.

Lucifer turned and walked away without looking back.

The sky rumbled. The world burned. And behind him—

A werewolf writhed in the very pain she once tried to deliver.