Remu's boots echoed against the wet pavement as she stalked through the city streets, her red jacket flaring behind her like a banner of war. The neon lights painted her face in hues of crimson and violet, reflecting the storm brewing within her. Lucifer's smirk haunted her thoughts, igniting a fire that only blood could quench.
She needed one more. Just one. Then the ritual would be complete. Then she'd summon the entity that would make Lucifer pay.
7.
Her eyes settled on a man leaning against a lamppost, engrossed in his phone. He was alone, vulnerable. Perfect.
"Excuse me," she called out, her voice laced with feigned innocence.
He looked up, startled. "Yeah?"
"My car broke down a few blocks away. Could you help me?"
He hesitated, then nodded. "Sure."
She led him to a secluded alley, the shadows swallowing them whole. As he bent to inspect the nonexistent car, she struck. A swift, precise movement. The blade found its mark.
He gasped, eyes wide with shock, then collapsed.
