HEARTS OF DIVINE RUIN (The MoonGoddess and The AlphaKing)

Luna gasped, the weight of her own words crashing down on her. 
"The Blood Prophecy..." she whispered, as the brutal images from the vision flooded back. She remembered the future she saw - The sea of blood, her people falling like rain until every last wolf was reduced to lifeless bodies strewn across a shattered battlefield. And there, in the center of it all, she saw herself—drenched in blood, stabbing her own chest with her sword as the world crumbled around her.
And above it all, the man from the prophecy stood—dark, powerful, and untouched by the slaughter. But what haunted her most was the moment she realized that victory or defeat no longer mattered. Even when both sides bled and suffered the same brutal fate, the battlefield held only death and ruin. With every last wolf dead, there was no one left to fight for—no cause, no hope. Just blood, bodies, and the empty remnants of what she once tried to protect. Her own people.
Lucifer's gaze softened, something like sorrow flickering across his face. "You remember," he murmured gently. "Let me help you . Whatever He is back as - He can't withstand me."

Her gaze locked with his, recalling how she can not indulge him . Lucifer, bound by duty and chained to his throne, could only watch, helpless, as everything she fought for will be torn away. If he interferes his kind will suffer far more as - He as a hell lord can't indulge in other species war as he is the Lord of Death and in the end - It will only come with consquences just like the last time he messed in Davina's and her kind's bussiness - he almost died once .

"What else?" she demanded. 
The fear Lucifer saw in her eyes was gone . Although she was still human but her self in front of him represented as she was the same goddess he remembered - calm , calculating and as she is staring at her - Her mind is webbing another game of death. 
He smirked as he feels her older self.
"What are you not telling me? Anything i don't know ?" Luna pressed, her brow furrowed as her eyes bore into him.
Lucifer hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. Silence stretched, laden with unspoken truths that twisted in the air like shadows. When he finally met her eyes again, they blazed with a fierce concern. 
"He's already found you, Luna," he said quietly. he murmured. "I wonder... if your plan for hiding failed." he murmured quietly. 
Luna's lips curled into a slow, almost mocking smile. "Who said I was hiding?"
Lucifer's eyes narrowed, suspicion flaring. "Then what the hell have you been doing?"
"Setting a stage," she replied softly, her tone almost casual. "Human bodies come with limitations—emotions, vulnerabilities, pain." She shrugged, as if discussing something trivial. "It's suffocating and dull. But—" Her gaze sharpened, a gleam of cold, calculating brilliance flickering in her eyes. "—there are... advantages."
"Advantages? " he echoed incredulously, disbelief etched across his face.
"Fear," she said, her voice edged with a detached clarity. "Desperation. The ability to bleed, to break. Reducing myself to flesh and blood allowed me to become something. He would never see coming—a mere mortal, bound by the same weaknesses He despises. It's a mask that even He can't see through."
"Being human is a mask?" he scoffed. "You reduced yourself to prey ,?"
"No," she whispered, her smile sharp enough to cut. "I made myself untouchable. You know the laws, Lucifer—the supernatural world cannot interfere with humans directly. Any act of aggression against a mortal is considered an act of war across every realm. If He, or anyone under His command, lays a single finger on me, they'll have to answer to the entire supernatural community—even those who would prefer to stay neutral."
She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. "Even the God of Humanity, the Supreme Heaven Lord, would be forced to act. You know what that would mean."
Lucifer's gaze turned icy, realization dawning. "That's only when its many lives are at stake . For a single soul no one cares , Luna !This is the kind of insanity only you would pull," he muttered darkly. "You're telling me... all this time, you've been baiting Him with this fooling plan of yours ?"
"I needed to lure Him out somehow and dont you undermine the value of my life . Its priceless , Atleast for some people" she said simply, eyes glittering with ruthless resolve. She once was a trusted child of Heaven Lord and Luna was betting her kind's survival is that supremacy whereas Lucifer dare not trust that person sitting on the highest throne.
"You are putting a lot on stake believing in the so called Supreme Heaven Lord. What if your life meant nothing to him ? If it did you would have never been in this position in the first place. you'd risk the entire supernatural balance and your own kind—"
"Even if my life means nothing. The probability of the law can keep the one in the Prophecy off guard for a while ," she interjected coolly but there was a hint sadness as she knew that what Lucifer said can be true too. "He will think I'm vulnerable, that I'm no longer a threat. Meanwhile, I'm tracing His movements, watching His every move, and finding who helped Him escape Hell." 
Her smile turned chilling. "No one returns from the depths of Hell alone, Lucifer. Someone freed Him, strengthened Him. I need to know who, and it happened when you were gone. So something tells me that the Wolf Gods' corruption, your wife's fight with her own kind—this was all orchestrated long ago. We just walked into it. Otherwise, it's too much of a coincidence that you met Darcey as Davina, the Wolf Gods turned on their own, you nearly died, and He escaped."
"Even I know it's not coincidental, but do you really think this will get you those answers?" Lucifer demanded, voice tight with disbelief. "You've turned yourself into bait for a god's wrath! You have not let yourself any way out. "
"A trap," she corrected, her gaze unyielding. "One He'll never see coming."
Lucifer's gaze shifted, something hardening behind his eyes."You always did like dangerous games," he muttered. "But I didn't expect you to go this far. You can die for real in this mortal skin , Goddamnit Luna . This is insane" His voice a bit a louder in the end as he realises what she might be planning but he was afraid if he asks , he might not be ready for the answer. 
She tilted her head slightly, a glimmer of dark amusement in her gaze. "You, of all people, should know, Lucifer—victory is built on sacrifices and dont worry If He thinks I'm weak, He'll come closer. And when He does, I'll strike."
"Strike how?" he pressed, eyes blazing. "You're in a human body, bound by mortality. What could you possibly—"
"Humans are the ultimate paradox," she murmured, her gaze distant, almost haunted. She looked up, her eyes hard and unrelenting. "I've made myself into a weapon He won't recognize until it's too late."
Lucifer stared at her, a flash of something dangerous crossing his face. "By making yourself human?"
"Yes," she whispered, leaning closer. "I've concealed something in this mortal shell that even He can't sense."
Lucifer's eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering. "What did you hide?" Then it hit him, his expression shifting to one of fear. "You fucking didn't. You didn't hide—"
"My divinity," she whispered, tapping her chest lightly. "In the frailty of a human heart. The last remnants of my power, buried so deeply in mortality that He'll never find it." Her gaze turned distant. "As long as I'm like this, He can't see it. Can't take it."
Lucifer's blood ran cold. "You hid your divinity inside your own mortality?" His voice shook with disbelief. "If you use that—"
"Then I'll be gone as a goddess forever. Maybe I'll live out my days as a mortal—weak, and with just a few more years to my name. Isn't that a good bargain?" She paused, watching as sadness carved itself into his features. "I have lived for a very long time—perhaps even longer than you. I wasn't born, but I can die. Isn't that ironic?" She chuckled softly. "Every other Elder God has left; I'm the only one still standing," she finished calmly. "I've ignored my kind for too long, unheard their pleas while they suffered in agony. It's time I pay for my sins. Better this than letting Him wield my power to burn and erase everything I've ever fought for."
Lucifer's jaw clenched, his entire being trembling with barely-contained fury as his unasked question had an answer now and it's what he was afraid to hear. "Do you even hear yourself? Do you have any idea what you've done?" he hissed. "If anything goes wrong—"
"Then I'll bleed," she said softly, her gaze unwavering. "But even then, He'll never take my power. Even if I die, He'll still be trapped in my game. I'll take Him—and His benefactor—down with me. After all, He and I have a long-standing debt."
The silence that followed was suffocating, the weight of her words pressing down on them both. For a long moment, Lucifer simply stared at her, a mixture of rage, sadness, and something almost like fear swirling in his gaze. He knew this was a suicide mission. 
A dangerous silence stretched between them before Lucifer finally leaned forward, his gaze intense. "You always were too stubborn to break," he murmured, almost admiringly. "But be careful, Luna. If He truly wants to claim your divinity... the consequences—"
"—will be disastrous," she finished. "For everyone. That's why this human skin is the only way. If what He wants doesn't exist, then He's powerless."
Lucifer's jaw clenched, a muscle jumping in his cheek. "This is madness, even for you," he snapped. "There's always another way—"
"Yes, somewhere, buried in some unknown corner. But I don't have the time, nor the will, to look for it," she cut him off, eyes blazing. "I have to do this. If I don't, He'll burn every last wolf to ash—just as they did to Him. He's back for vengeance."
For a moment, silence thickened between them, heavy and charged. Her words hung in the air like a blade poised to strike.
"And when you're caught in your own trap and he attack earlier than what you assume ?" he demanded, voice low and harsh. "What then? What's your next move?"
Her lips curved into a chilling smile, the air seeming to freeze around her. "I'll remind Him why even gods fear me," she murmured. "He's forgotten who I am, Lucifer. But I'll show Him." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "This time, I'll be the one to hunt Him down. I just need one chance to attack when He least expects it."
Lucifer stared at her, a surge of conflicting emotions roiling in his gaze. For the first time in centuries, he saw a glimpse of the deity she had once been—the ruthless strategist, the master tactician who could weave a thousand fates to bend to her will. But this plan... it was dangerous. Insane. She was betting everything—her very existence—on a single gambit.
"Luna..." He exhaled slowly, the anger draining from his face, replaced by something softer. "I know it's selfish, but can't you just run away? Hide somewhere, live out your days as a human?"
"You stood up for the person you wanted to protect, even knowing it might cost you your life," she smiled bitterly. "Same. I just have too many to protect, Lucifer." Her gaze darted to the glass window. From up here, she could see Alex and Davina quietly sitting, murmuring to each other. She felt a tug in her heart, clawing softly.
"Indeed, we all have something to protect..." Lucifer whispered, his gaze distant, troubled.
"So, I heard you stole his mate?" Luna teased, gesturing towards the window. Lucifer and Luna were on the top floor of his castle and from where they were seating they could clearly see Alex and Davina sitting down in the garden. 
"He took my wife first," Lucifer replied, a smile forming on his lips. Luna noticed he smiled often now. It made her happy, a bittersweet joy knowing he had found peace, even in this storm.
"You liar. There's more going on between you two, isn't there?" he teased back, a rare softness in his voice.
"Just... enjoying my last few days as a semi-goddess," she replied softly, her voice steady.
Lucifer clenched his fists in frustration . Because for the first time in centuries, he realized Luna might actually be mad enough—desperate enough—to win this war.
But at what cost?
"Do you even care if you win, Luna?" he asked quietly, his voice raw. "Or have you already decided to lose?"
Her smile was sharp, deadly. "Winning has always been my game, Lucifer," she murmured. "But this time... it's not about me. It's about my people. He wants their blood? Then I'll make sure the only blood He tastes is mine."
And in that moment, Lucifer saw it—the unbreakable resolve of a goddess who had never lost a war.
But this time... it felt as if she had put her very soul on the line. And for the first time, he feared she might actually be willing to sacrifice everything for her people's safety.
Even if it meant destroying herself in the process.