Veracity glared at Lucifer as she sighed. She didnât want him to jump to his death since he was Zaleâs son, but he was too stubborn. She didnât know what she could do to help him.
"Fine. Do what suits you," she ultimately said, rolling her eyes as she stood up and left.
Cassius was also finding himself in a complicated position. This thing was getting bigger than he expected. But he couldnât do anything. Now that he was in it, he needed to stick around.
At least until Lucifer finished his revenge. He believed Lucifer was going to go back to normal life after that, not realizing that Luciferâs mind wasnât on revenge anymore.
He didnât understand that Lucifer didnât want revenge now. Instead, he wanted the whole world now.
He also stood up as he left, carrying his sword.
Lucifer remained alone on the couch, having his eyes closed. He didnât sleep though.
âTwo Warlock Kings, huh. Theyâre not much. I want to play this game with many more. This is just the start. Iâll have to go against more than you all can imagine.â
â It doesnât matter if you stick with me after weâre done here, but Iâll finish what I started,â he thought as he turned his body sideways and actually fell asleep.
...
A red haired man was lying on a white bed. A machine was measuring his heartbeats and his ECG.
A woman was also sitting here in a nurse outfit.
The red haired man laid unmoving as if he was deep asleep. The machine showed a stable heartbeat.
No matter who saw the red haired man, they would have thought that it was a person who was sleeping, but only the people here knew that it wasnât the case.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The man hadnât moved in the last eight years as he was in a coma after getting in a clash with someone. Most of his injuries had healed long ago, but he still hadnât woken up.
Throughout these years, a maid was constantly left here to take care of him. There were also doctor visits every day since the red haired man wasnât any ordinary person. He was the Captain of the APF Delta Squad, Xander.
The nurse had stayed here for eight years, just looking at the unmoving man. She had grown tired of seeing the man for so long, but she couldnât do anything else. In the end, she could only bear with it.
"I donât get it. Why donât they give up on him? Itâs not like heâs going to wake up. He hadnât woken up for so long. Itâs just a waste of resources," the dark-haired maid said, sighing.
She stood up and started walking back and forth, extremely bored.
As she had her back towards the red haired man, the man laid motionless. His hands were resting on the white bedsheet, which was spotlessly clean.
His hand that was unmoving for years had a cannula inserted in it which was connected to a bag at the top which seemed to have a colorless liquid.
In the silence of the room, only the footsteps of the maid could be heard as she walked back and forth.
Amidst her hasty movement, the maid didnât notice that the finger of the man slightly moved. It was so brief that it was hard to notice.
...
Kensington city had a playground where kids used to play football. It was a big area that was covered in grass but was mostly empty.
The grass in the field was still wet as it had just suffered through heavy rain. There were even puddles of water at places.
Suddenly the grass started moving as heavy winds appeared. The water could be seen vibrating as a helicopter landed on top of the grass.
The doors of the helicopter slid open before a group of two stepped out.
A bulky man could be seen in the lead. His pink hair waved with the wind as he stepped out of the helicopter. A spotless white robe was covering his shoulder.
Following behind him was a man who looked even bulkier. His long hair seemed to be a darker shade of grey.
He seemed to be wearing a jacket made of animal fur. Both the men had tattoos on their faces, but the pink haired man seemed more refined, unlike the second, who looked like a Viking.
"It looks like there was rain recently," the dark haired man said, noticing the wet grass.
"That seems to be the case. I wonder if there was more black lightning or not. Weâll see," Riali told Arne.
"Letâs go and start investigating. Maybe weâll be able to find something," he further said as he started walking towards the nearby street.
"This is very interesting," he said as he stopped on the street at the sight of a crater.
He went down as he touched the crater that was already filled with water for the most part.
" You think it might be because of the lightning?" Arne asked as he also noticed it. There was no similar crater nearby though.
"Possible. But it feels like it happened only recently," Riali said, frowning. "The surface is still hot."
He stood up, patting his head as he looked around. People had just started coming out of their houses as the sky was clear now.
Most of the citizens seemed worried. Some of them were talking to each other while the rest were looking at the sky.
Arne and Riali approached the men to listen in on their conversation.
"It happened again! Is it going to happen every day now? What is happening with our city? Why does black lightning fall here daily now? Is the god trying to punish us for something?"
"Iâm just as confused. There shouldnât be rains at this time of the year, but they happened two days straight. This doesnât seem ordinary. I think this city isnât safe for us to live in anymore."
"What can we even do? We canât just abandon the city? Our livelihood is here."
"We canât die here either! Havenât you seen the craters in the city? Theyâre the effects of the black lightning. How long do you think it will be before one such fall on our houses? Weâve been lucky that it hasnât already!"
"Thatâs right. As long as we have our life, we have everything! We canât stay in the city!"
"I agree. Iâve decided to move."
"Iâll move too."
"Me too!"
"But guys...."
"No! If you want to stay, then you can stay. Iâm not putting my family and myself in danger!"
"Thatâs right. Weâre leaving. It was good as long as it lasted, but now this city isnât for us."