The battlefield trembled as Remu's grimoire burst open, black fire spiraling into the sky. The air thickened, charged with malevolent energy. From the swirling darkness, grotesque figures began to emerge—twisted amalgamations of bone and shadow, their forms barely holding together. These were no ordinary constructs; they were abominations, summoned from the depths of forbidden magic.
Lucifer stepped forward. His eyes, glowing with a cold, predatory light, locked onto Remu.
"So, you've decided to play with forbidden toys," he said, his voice a low growl.
Remu smirked, though a flicker of uncertainty crossed her face. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. Let's see how you handle this."
The abominations lunged, their movements erratic yet terrifyingly fast. Lucifer didn't flinch. With a swift motion, he sliced his palm, blood dripping onto the ground. The blood didn't just fall—it hovered, forming intricate sigils in the air.
"Sanguis Aegis," he intoned.
