Lucifer does not care what Johnny does. His attention is on Illyria and her assault, and as her limbs reach for him, he closes his eyes and leans his head back and
lets
go.
He unfolds, all light and sound and fury, expands to his true glory for the first time since he had been released from Hell. He rises above the buildings, dwarfs them like they're children's toys. The breadth of his three sets of wings arches just shy of a mile and a half each, crystalline riotous brilliance that lights up the sky like the noonday sun. He is burning limbs and faces and ice and fire, he is that he is. There are no words in any human language to describe the manifestation of full Grace on Earth, and the demons that are caught in his radiance are destroyed.
He pushes away Illyria's grasping limbs like they are an annoyance. When he speaks with true voice, all the glass in the buildings shatters.
no subject
lets
go.
He unfolds, all light and sound and fury, expands to his true glory for the first time since he had been released from Hell. He rises above the buildings, dwarfs them like they're children's toys. The breadth of his three sets of wings arches just shy of a mile and a half each, crystalline riotous brilliance that lights up the sky like the noonday sun. He is burning limbs and faces and ice and fire, he is that he is. There are no words in any human language to describe the manifestation of full Grace on Earth, and the demons that are caught in his radiance are destroyed.
He pushes away Illyria's grasping limbs like they are an annoyance. When he speaks with true voice, all the glass in the buildings shatters.
I DARE, FALSE GOD-KING.