Lucifer touched his chest, still panting, as Arthur crumpled to the ground beneath the radiant mark of Rachel's final spell.
Six-Circle Purelight Spell: Crucifixion Nullification.
A name far too long for something so brutally efficient. It hadn't just restrained Arthur—it had erased the fight from his body. It wrapped him in divine light like a cosmic parent saying, "Enough now," and the body had listened. Or maybe it was the soul that had.
Rachel let out a breath, ragged and wet with grief, tears pouring down her face as if her heart had decided to break in every direction at once. She was still holding him, arms locked around his chest like she could keep him from fading if she just held tight enough.
A moment later, Lucifer felt fingers grip his collar and yank.
Seol-ah.
She hauled him upright with one hand, eyes calm in the way storms are calm before they remember they're supposed to be destructive.
