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Don't read this one first
Read Then Stop Me. First before this one.
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"Then stop me."
Lucifer said, not even breaking his stride.
The sword came down. It wasn't a swing; it was a release. A torrent of pure divine energy, capable of unmaking worlds, shot toward Lucifer. It was the same kind of power that had cast him out at the dawn of time.
Lucifer didn't raise a hand. He didn't summon a weapon. He simply turned his head and looked at the light.
And it died.
It didn't explode. It didn't deflect. It simply vanished, swallowed into nothingness a foot from his face, as if it had stepped into a hole in the universe. There was no sound, no flash. Just... silence.
A collective, sharp intake of breath came from the assembled host.
Michael stared, his weapon still raised, his face a mask of stunned disbelief. "How...?"
"Still relying on brute force, I see," Lucifer said, his voice soft. "You never did learn to think, brother. Only to obey."
