The silence after the last Revenant fell was heavy. Lucifer sat against a piece of broken wall, head resting back, eyes closed. He wasn't sleeping. He was just still, a rare moment of quiet in the storm.
Ken sat nearby, sharpening a claw against a piece of rubble. Angel paced. Mob stood like a statue, watching the sky. Remu kept her distance, arms folded, pretending not to watch Lucifer. Dera was a silent shadow near Ken. Heron was farther out, speaking in low tones with the elven commander.
Everything was calm.
Then Lucifer's breath hitched. It was a small sound, but in the quiet, it was as loud as a gunshot.
His eyes snapped open.
Ken looked over immediately. "You good?"
Lucifer didn't answer. He was staring straight ahead, but his focus was inward. His jaw was tight, a muscle feathering along his cheek.
"Lucifer?" Angel stopped pacing.
