Lucifer was beautiful. After all, he had been born as the first light that gathered all the beauty in the world. The name Morningstar also represented God's expectations for him, because among all Angels, only he had a surname.
Even Michael, now the supreme seraph of Seventh Heaven, merely bore the title "the one most like God." His status could not compare to Lucifer's in the past.
But when Lucifer arrived before someone with the Seraphim Blade in hand, his beauty was no longer the focus of attention. His terrifying aura seemed almost tangible as it pressed heavily upon everyone.
This weapon had once been raised against God. Although Lucifer had long indulged himself in the mortal world, his combat ability had not diminished in the slightest since those days. If anything, the passage of time had made him wiser and more understanding of human nature.
"This might hurt a little."
The burning blade was raised by a snow-white arm, and wings condensed from Hellfire abruptly unfurled behind the perfect Angel.
The pungent stench of sulfur and heat waves strong enough to curl one's body hair came rolling over them.
"Do it already. We don't get many chances to pull Darkseid's pants off and make him lose his mind." Su Ming locked Uncle Darkseid's head between his arms. Without Big Cat's help, Darkseid might have already turned intangible and escaped.
Just as expected, Darkseid knew nothing about Dream of a Thousand Cats, and naturally knew nothing about Lucifer either. He had no idea what this former Satan was capable of.
When he charged Deadpool and attacked, he had definitely had a way to retreat safely. Uncle Darkseid was never a reckless brute. No matter how furious he became, he would always leave himself a backup plan.
But he had not