Ella sat at the edge of the couch, brushing her hair back as the moonlight poured through the glass above them.
Lucifer stood near the doorway now, fully dressed, coat draped over one shoulder, his back half-turned to her. But his eyes… they were sharp. Focused. Somewhere far ahead already.
"So you're going after the Resistance," Ella said quietly, pulling the fabric of her robe a little tighter. Not asking. Just confirming.
Lucifer glanced over his shoulder.
"Yeah."
He turned fully, walking back toward her slowly.
"But not because I feel bad… or because I think the supernatural world suddenly matters to me," he said. "That's never been my reason."
Ella looked up at him, waiting.
Lucifer's voice dropped, calm and low.
"I'm doing this for the kids. The ones in the covens. The small packs. The fledgling clans who never asked for any of this. They're just born different. Born strange. And for that—they get hunted. Tortured. Mutilated."
