I'm The Devil-Chapter 327: Lucifer Is Back Once Again

The black flames around the circle started dying out, flickering into smoke. But the room didn’t get brighter.

It got quieter.

Too quiet.

Lucifer stepped forward—slowly—out of the crack in reality, the void sealing behind him like it had never been there. His coat drifted behind him in pieces, burnt at the edges, heavy with ash and old blood. His boots hit the wood with a sound too loud for footsteps. Like the cabin was holding its breath.

The young adults didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

The heat from the fire wasn’t warm. It was sharp. Like standing too close to lightning.

Lucifer stopped in the center of the ruined circle. His wings weren’t out, but the shadow of them seemed to hang in the air behind him—huge, jagged, broken.

He looked at them.

One by one.

No emotion on his face. Just tired eyes. Pale skin. White hair draped over his shoulders like silk caught in a storm. Eyes too deep. Too sharp. Like they remembered more than they should.

His gaze lingered on Aiden first. The one holding the book. Then Jess. Liam. Ivy.

Then the clothes.

Loose jeans. Hoodies. Sneakers. A phone in someone’s pocket buzzing silently with a forgotten notification.

Modern.

Human.

"…You kids," Lucifer said, voice like smoke sliding over steel, "are dressed funny."

Nobody laughed.

Lucifer tilted his head slightly, cracking his neck. His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried—like it came from inside their heads.

"What year is it?"

Ivy didn’t speak, but Aiden did. Barely.

"…Two-thousand… twenty-five."

Lucifer raised a brow. "Huh."

He looked away. Gave a slow nod. "Thought I was gone longer."

He took a step toward the fireplace. Stared into the silver-black flames like they were old friends. The room didn’t move. No one did.

Then Ivy’s voice finally came through the thick silence.

"…Who are you?"

She didn’t say it like a challenge. Just a question. Like her brain couldn’t move forward until it knew what kind of thing was standing in front of her.

Lucifer turned his head slightly. Looked at her.

And for a second—

Just a second—

There was a small smile. Not warm. Not cruel. Just… there.

"Lucifer," he said simply.

Like it was just his name.

Like that was all it needed to be.

The room froze again.

Every muscle in Ivy’s face locked.

Jess dropped her phone.

Liam stumbled back and hit the wall, eyes wide like they were about to fall out of his skull.

Aiden just blinked.

"…No."

Lucifer looked back at the fire. "Yes."

"No, no, no," Jess muttered, shaking her head like it would erase the answer. "You’re not. That’s not—That’s just a name. A story. You’re not—"

Lucifer raised a hand and snapped his fingers.

The cabin flickered.

Not the lights.

The whole thing.

Like reality blinked. For a second, they weren’t in the woods anymore. They were in a void. Endless. Silent. And massive winged shapes moved far in the dark, moaning like dead stars.

Then—

Back.

Cabin again.

Same room.

Same broken floor.

Lucifer lowered his hand.

Jess dropped to her knees. Shaking.

"…He’s real…" she whispered. "He’s real he’s real he’s real—"

Aiden backed into the wall. "We didn’t mean to summon you. We didn’t know. The book was just—we thought it was a game."

Lucifer didn’t reply.

Didn’t blink.

He just stared at the flames.

Ivy stepped forward. A small step. Her hands clenched at her sides, but she kept her voice steady.

"…What do you want?"

Lucifer didn’t turn. "Nothing. I didn’t ask to be summoned."

He glanced over his shoulder. "But since I’m here…"

He looked at them again. Not unkind. Not kind either. Just… seeing.

"Where’s God?"

Everyone went still again.

Liam was breathing too fast.

"Nope," he said. "Nope. I’m out. This is not happening. You—this—no."

He turned to the door again. Tried the knob.

Still wouldn’t open.

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"The door’s not locked."

Liam froze. "…What?"

"You are."

His voice hit the walls like thunder.

A gust of invisible force knocked Liam backward across the room. Not bloody. Not bones breaking. Just tossed like a toy.

Jess screamed again.

And then—someone else stepped forward.

A girl named Clara.

Quiet the whole time. Wore a cross. Hadn’t said much since the fire went black.

But now she stood tall, pulled something from her coat pocket.

A Bible.

A little one. Pocket-sized. Worn. Notes in the corners.

Lucifer looked at her.

Her hands trembled, but her voice didn’t.

"I bind you," she said, opening the book. "Lucifer Morningstar, Son of Perdition, I bind you in the name of the Lord—"

Lucifer raised a brow.

One.

Slow.

Brow.

"…You what?"

Clara didn’t stop. "—with the light of Heaven, I command you to return from where you came, and—"

Lucifer stepped forward once.

She stopped.

The Bible burned.

Not flames. Just… blackened. From the corners in. Like ink spreading too fast.

Clara dropped it with a gasp.

He stopped in front of her. Looked down.

He didn’t growl. Didn’t snarl. Didn’t even raise his voice.

"I already came from where I came," he said calmly.

Clara backed up fast.

Lucifer looked at the rest of them.

"Relax. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have made it past the first syllable of that book."

He turned away again. Sat on the broken couch like it was a throne.

He sighed.

Long. Tired.

"…You kids sure know how to pick vacation spots."

The fire kept burning.

The air didn’t lighten.

No one spoke.

Outside, the trees stopped moving.

Like they were afraid.

And deep in the sky above the cabin, something opened its eye.

Lucifer was back.

And the world?

It just got a little more cursed.

Lucifer leaned back on the ruined couch, one leg crossed over the other, his arm draped along the backrest like he owned the place—which, now, kind of felt true. The cabin groaned under its own weight, firelight casting crooked shadows that danced like they knew who he was.

He looked at the group again, casually.

"So…" he started, voice smooth but distant. "Which part of the city are we in?"

No one answered.

He raised an eyebrow.

"L.A.? Vegas? New York? London?"

The names rolled off his tongue like memories. Like he’d walked their streets before fire was invented.

Aiden blinked like he forgot how to speak. Jess was still curled near the corner. Liam, flat against the wall, barely muttered, "Colorado. We’re in the Rockies. Like… middle of nowhere."

Lucifer clicked his tongue. "Figures."

He stood.

The room felt smaller.

"Middle of nowhere," he repeated. "And yet you cracked open a hole to the center of everywhere. Brilliant."

Ivy spoke next, low and wary. "You… you’ve been to those places?"

Lucifer glanced at her. "I would have if not for being trapped in the void."

Outside, the sky cracked again.

Not thunder.

Not lightning.

Something else.

Like the atmosphere didn’t know how to behave with him standing on Earth again.

Lucifer turned away from the window.

The flames in the fireplace snapped high, then settled low again, like they were reacting to his mood.

Aiden finally gathered enough nerve to ask: "Why now? Why did you come back?"

Lucifer looked at him.

Expression unreadable.

"I didn’t choose to come back," he said. "You brought me."

Ivy’s voice was sharper now. "We didn’t know what we were doing."

Lucifer smiled faintly. "That’s the problem with humans. You never do."

He walked toward the broken circle on the floor, crouched beside the cracked markings, fingers brushing lightly over the edge of the chalk line.

"It’s not just a summoning mark," he said. "It’s old. Outer Void kind of old. Where’d you get the book again?"

Aiden swallowed. "Under the floorboards."

Lucifer looked up at him. "And you thought that was normal?"

"I didn’t—"

"It’s fine," Lucifer said, standing again. "You’re young. Stupid. Curious. That’s how most mistakes are made."

He stretched his neck, bones cracking like gunfire.

Then his eyes shifted slightly.

Not glowing. But deeper.

Older.

"Something’s wrong, though," he said softly. "The crack closed. I didn’t close it."

Everyone went still.

Lucifer looked up at the ceiling like he could see past it.

Into the stars.

Into the things behind the stars.

"…Something followed me."

Jess stood up, shaking. "Followed you from where?"

Lucifer met her eyes.

And for the first time—

They saw it.

A flicker of something behind his gaze.

Something that had seen the end of things.

"…Out there," he said.

The fire dimmed.

And somewhere in the mountains, far, far away, a scream echoed.

Not human.

Not animal.

Something else.

Lucifer blinked once, slow.

"Well," he said, exhaling. "Looks like I’m not the only one back."

He looked over his shoulder at the kids, lips curving into the faintest smile.

"You might wanna cancel the rest of your weekend."