Vampire Progenitor System-Chapter 179: "Let’s end this farce."

"Adam brat."

The voice cut through the silent gravity like a knife through wet cloth. Calm. Feminine. Laced with ancient boredom and quiet disdain.

Lucifer felt the oppressive weight pressing him into the ground loosen slightly. His breath trembled out in a shaking exhale as his knees nearly buckled under him. Luna clung tighter to his coat, her tear-streaked face buried against his chest.

Adam tilted his head faintly. His golden eyes flickered with vague amusement as the air behind Lucifer rippled. The wind died. The ash froze mid-air. And from the fading distortion stepped Lilith.

Her heels clicked softly against the cracked asphalt, each step echoing louder than the roaring storm above. Her black dress drifted behind her in silent ripples of shadow, licking across the dying ground with quiet hunger. Long crimson hair spilled down her back in thick waves, flickering with faint embers of dark light that pulsed in time with her slow, unhurried steps.

Her eyes glowed deeper than hellfire itself. Twin pools of molten blood laced with endless, bored authority.

She glanced at Lucifer first. Her gaze softened for half a breath. Then she looked forward, locking onto Adam’s golden eyes.

"Tch," she scoffed softly, rolling her crimson eyes with quiet annoyance. "Thought you were dead."

Adam smiled faintly, unbothered. "Lilith. Mother of Night. Progenitor of Demons. It has been... a long time."

She tilted her head, her long hair drifting over her bare shoulder as she smirked faintly.

"Was glad actually," she said with quiet contempt. "One less annoyance to deal with."

Adam chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through the cracked asphalt. "Still as bitter as ever."

"Still as worthless as ever," she corrected, flicking her fingers dismissively. "What is this pathetic display, Adam? Absorbing a single world’s Core just to gain power? Truly... embarrassing."

The golden glyphs across Adam’s robe burned brighter for a moment. The smile on his lips faded slightly, his golden gaze narrowing.

"Careful, Lilith."

Her eyes flickered with faint amusement. "Or what? You’ll erase me from existence? Kill me and scatter my soul to the void? You think I haven’t faced worse than a tantrum-throwing failed creation who thinks he’s a god?"

The words rippled through the heavy air like thunder rolling under the earth. Luna clung tighter to Lucifer’s chest, trembling as she peeked up at the woman standing before them. Lucifer swallowed silently, his grip tightening around Luna’s shaking shoulders as he forced his knees to lock under him.

Adam tilted his head slowly. "You speak boldly, Demon Queen."

Lilith smirked faintly, her crimson eyes glowing deeper as the storm above flickered with black lightning. "And you listen politely, Failed Progenitor."

For a moment, silence fell between them. The world trembled under Adam’s quiet, endless pulse. Buildings collapsed in the distance, sending silent ripples of dust spiralling into the darkened sky. The dying heartbeat of the world shivered underfoot, trembling with quiet, final exhaustion.

Then Lilith sighed softly.

"Honestly... this place is done for anyway," she said, her voice dropping into quiet indifference. She glanced at Lucifer again. Her gaze softened briefly as she flicked her fingers toward him and Luna. "Why don’t I at least clean up this mess before you embarrass yourself further."

Before Lucifer could speak, the air around him and Luna folded inward like trembling glass. Dark crimson sigils flickered in silent arcs across the broken street, coiling around his feet in thin threads of shadow.

"Mother—" Lucifer started, his voice breaking with shock.

Lilith didn’t look at him. Her gaze remained locked on Adam’s golden eyes as her aura began to pulse outward, flickering with deep, silent red light that pressed the ash and dust away from her heels in trembling ripples.

"Go," she said simply.

With a silent flick of her wrist, the sigils pulsed once.

The world twisted around Lucifer and Luna, the storm folding away in silent, screaming shadows. Luna’s scream vanished into the flickering distortion as their bodies dissolved into drifting trails of black mist. The last thing Lucifer saw was Lilith’s silhouette standing tall and unbothered, her crimson hair flickering like molten night under the roaring, dying sky.

Then—

Silence.

They were gone.

The streets fell silent again. Only Adam and Lilith remained under the trembling dark clouds.

Adam tilted his head faintly, golden eyes narrowing as he studied the Demon Progenitor standing before him. The glyphs across his robe flickered in thin arcs of gold and white, illuminating his calm, empty gaze.

"You would stand against me?" he asked softly.

Lilith smirked faintly, her aura pulsing deeper around her. The shadows at her feet twisted in silent hunger, coiling up her legs like living serpents of darkness. Her crimson eyes burned brighter as her wings unfolded behind her back, massive and black, each feather dripping faint embers of endless shadow into the trembling earth.

"No," she said calmly, her voice trembling the cracked asphalt under her feet.

"I will show you."

Adam blinked. "Show me... what?"

Her smirk widened into a cold, quiet grin.

"Why you are the weakest progenitor of us all."

She raised her hand slowly. The storm above froze mid-roar. The flickering lightning stilled in silent arcs of black fire across the darkened sky. The air rippled around her outstretched palm, flickering with deep, molten red light that burned hotter than the pits of hell.

Adam’s golden eyes narrowed faintly. The quiet smile returned to his lips as the glyphs along his arms flickered brighter, burning gold and white against his pale skin.

"Interesting," he whispered softly.

Lilith’s crimson aura burned deeper, pressing her shadow into the cracked streets like a silent ocean of living darkness. Her eyes glowed with quiet, endless authority as she tilted her head faintly.

"Let’s end this farce."

And for a single silent breath, under a dying world’s final dawn, two progenitors stood facing each other. One made of failed creation and endless hunger.

The other—

The original sin of the first demon, standing tall with quiet, unbreakable contempt.

The air trembled around them.

And the world waited.