"Are you satisfied, Lord Azazel?" Beliar smiled happily. As the President’s corpse lay at his feet, he established a ntal connection with Azazel. There was pride in his voice. He was proud of the masterpiece he had created.
"Well done, Beliar. You’ve exceeded expectations with your performance, but now you’ll face sothing greater." Azazel grinned slyly. Beliar furrowed his brows in confusion, listening to Azazel’s words. Azazel continued. "Soone is coming to stop you, Beliar. A powerful and invincible man. Soone familiar, too."
"Who could it be?" Beliar asked arrogantly. He wasn’t afraid of this so-called threat. Among these weaklings, no one even dared to et his gaze. They were all like cockroaches: nurous but frail, much like the inferior races.
"Although arrogance suits you, Beliar, I’d be cautious if I were you." Azazel warned with an air of amusent that even a fool could perceive. He anticipated his father’s reaction to mocking Beliar’s small-mindedness.
Azazel awaited the spectacle eagerly. He could almost hear Beliar’s screams, his fear, and his pleas. He wondered how much his father had changed. Was he still the silent and dangerous figure of the past? Or had he beco proud and ruthless?
Azazel licked his lips and stretched his dove-like wings. Behind him, a small army of doves waited. The entire tree was covered with them—white and dazzling. If not for the chaos, they would have surely gone viral on social dia.
Azazel severed his ntal link with Beliar and continued surveying the City Hall. Dozens of armored military vehicles surrounded it. Snipers were stationed on the rooftops, and according to information Azazel had received from a high-ranking official, even F-16 fighter jets were on standby.
If the chaos escalated further, the F-16s would intervene and attempt to eliminate both the President and Beliar. A ruthless yet effective strategy. At least, in Azazel’s opinion, it was more efficient than the thods of Aure’s world.
The humans of this world were crueler thanks to technology. Sacrificing their own n along with the governnt building was considered normal.
"We shall see... just how much my father has changed," Azazel muttered, waiting patiently. Ten minutes later, when a black wave descended from the sky, Azazel smiled.
The black energy dissipated suddenly, revealing Lucifer’s unparalleled presence. His hair fell just below his nape. His shoes were plain, and he gave off the aura of a dieval sorcerer.
Lucifer’s arrival initially caused fear among the soldiers, who imdiately aid their weapons at him. However, they were all seasoned soldiers and had already received their orders. They would not harm the man called Lucifer.
"It seems the President has yet to be rescued?" Lucifer turned to the nearest major. The major flinched montarily but managed to stand firm, even in front of Lucifer. "Yes, unfortunately, the captives have better accuracy than us. The mont we stick our heads out, we get shot."
"How bad is the situation?" Lucifer asked with genuine interest. The major looked at the ground in frustration. "It’s worse than that. There are nearly 2,000–3,000 n inside. The floors are covered in mines, and C-4 explosives are strapped all over the building."
"Can you enter through a window?" Lucifer’s first thought was to fly in from above. Apparently, that wouldn’t work either, as the major rejected the idea, his expression a mix of anger and exhaustion. "The windows and walls are rigged to explode if breached. Every wall is wired to trigger the bombs. Even the slightest tension will turn the building to dust."
Lucifer marveled at how cautious these captives were but quickly regained his composure. It seed this would need to be resolved the old-fashioned way—by charging in headfirst.
"Do you have any other warnings, Major?" Lucifer asked with a dismissive glance. The major paused for a mont before looking at Lucifer seriously. "Our objective is to rescue the President, but if necessary, you have the authority to sacrifice him."
Lucifer raised his eyebrows with interest. He knew California was predominantly Democratic. Los Angeles was likely under Democratic control. The current Pri Minister, however, was a staunch Republican. It wouldn’t bother him if a Democratic President died. He might even be pleased.
"Alright, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be going." Lucifer slowly walked forward without sparing even a glance at the Major. He was aware of so rumors about Lucifer. Although he still had his doubts, he wouldn’t question his superiors’ orders.
"I hope you resolve this quickly..."
The Major muttered seriously before returning to secure the area. As Lucifer passed through the door, he was imdiately bombarded with a hail of bullets. He simply smiled, sending shadowy hands toward the prisoners with a casual wave.
The shadowy hands moved at incredible speed, grabbing the prisoners by their limbs and slamming them into the ground. Suddenly, the prisoners’ bodies were crushed against each other, breaking their bones and even tearing off their limbs.
"Please don’t stand in my way," Lucifer said calmly, continuing his advance. With every step, shadows dripped from his feet, capturing the prisoners, while spikes erupted from the ground to pierce their bodies.
The bullets were deflected by a dark barrier. Lucifer then grabbed an attacking prisoner by the face. Darkness enveloped the prisoner’s body, penetrating his internal organs.
"He’s coming!"
Lucifer hurled the prisoner like a volleyball toward the group of prisoners hiding ahead, smiling as he did so. The prisoner’s body suddenly exploded, releasing spikes that pierced through the other prisoners, pinning them to the walls.
The corridor fell silent. Lucifer ascended the stairs slowly, ruthlessly killing every being that crossed his path. He crushed them, broke their bones, and let the shadows overtake the entire floor without even needing to lift his arm.
"Please! I’m not one of them!" A male officer dropped to his knees, raising his hands in surrender. Crying, he pleaded with Lucifer. "Get out of this hell! Please, I beg you! I have a family!"
The officer wept. When Lucifer looked at him with cold indifference, the officer’s eyes widened. Before he could comprehend what was happening, Lucifer snapped his neck, and the man fell lifelessly to the ground, the light in his eyes extinguished with disappointnt.
"I’m not that easy to fool," Lucifer said, smiling as he lightly kicked the officer’s body, sending it flying. The officer’s body exploded, causing so walls to collapse.
Lucifer had known from the beginning that everyone here was under mind control. Their expressions had lost their natural humanity, and while their actions mimicked those of normal people, their emotionless eyes had given them away.
Unfortunately, the officer could not be saved. Even if Beliar were killed, he would likely have triggered all the explosives. Lucifer sighed and continued on.
He was just two or three floors away from the mayor’s office. By now, Lucifer had killed at least a thousand people. He had shown no rcy while slaughtering them. Compassion should be reserved for those who deserve it.
He knew that they were all criminals anyway, which eased his conscience. Slowly, he ascended to the upper floors. When he reached the mayor’s office, he saw dozens of civilian corpses scattered around.
"Such a sha... What a tragedy..." This man called Beliar was incredibly ruthless. He didn’t even bother taking hostages—he simply killed. It was possible this man was a demon. Shaking off his thoughts, Lucifer opened the office door.
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Inside, Beliar was holding a phone pointed at himself. Lucifer frowned. Had this man been livestreaming for the past half hour?
"Our main guest has finally arrived, folks!" Beliar laughed with a cheerful grin, looking at Lucifer with excitent and a devilish smile. "Now, tell us your na!"
Beliar demanded arrogantly. Lucifer smiled. "They usually call Lucifer, Beliar. It’s been a while."
"Tch! Why do you humans keep using the Devil’s na for yourselves?!" Beliar scowled. Seeing usernas like "realLuciferMorningstar," "LuciMorningstar," and "SatanLucifer" in his chat occasionally filled him with both confusion and rage.
These humans were far too casual about using the Devil’s na. Beliar didn’t know whether to be shocked by their arrogance or furious about it.
"Anyway, that’s not the point," Beliar said, smiling as he turned the phone’s cara back on himself. "It seems our hero has arrived, folks. Unfortunately, I have to end the stream here. If you liked it, don’t forget to give it a thumbs up; if not, you can go die."
"Bye-bye, friends!"
Waving goodbye, Beliar ended the stream and tossed the phone aside. Picking up an AK-47, he nonchalantly aid it at the man who called himself Lucifer. "Now, you can die too. Don’t resist—just die like an ant."
Lucifer simply smiled. As Beliar fired, Lucifer raised his hand, and black energy disintegrated the bullets mid-air, redirecting them toward Beliar. Beliar had no ti to react and watched in shock as his arm was severed, his weapon clattering to the ground.
"What the hell is this?! You fake bastard!"
Beliar raised his hands in rage, attempting to incinerate Lucifer. Flas engulfed everything in their path, aiming for Lucifer. But Lucifer simply sneered, summoning lightning to counter the fire.
"What?!" Beliar was stunned as his flas were overpowered. The purple lightning struck his chest, sending him flying through the window.
"Let’s move to a more suitable place," Lucifer said, as six wings of shadow unfurled and carried him through the shattered wall to catch the stunned Beliar.
"Look up there!"
The soldiers shouted as the Major watched a dark figure lift the terrorist known as Beliar into the sky.
"They’re leaving!"
The Major quickly issued orders. "Take control of the building and deactivate all explosives!"
At his command, the soldiers rushed into the building.
******
"Damn it! Bastard!"
Beliar was tossed around by the intense winds, struggling even to speak. When he saw Lucifer’s wings, fear crept into his expression, and for a mont, he associated the man’s appearance with soone he had once heard of.
"No! You can’t be him!" Beliar roared with rage, attempting to punch Lucifer in the face. But Lucifer didn’t even flinch, retaliating with a powerful punch that sent Beliar reeling.
Without hesitation, Lucifer descended toward the shore, rcilessly hurling Beliar into the ocean with imnse force. The impact sent waves crashing violently, and Beliar disappeared beneath the surface.
"That should hold him," Lucifer muttered, only to sense a sudden surge of Mana from beneath the water. He braced himself, realizing the real fight was about to begin.
The ocean began to boil, steam rising into the air as if heralding sothing massive. The water receded, leaving the seabed exposed montarily. Chaos erupted among the fleeing onlookers, though thankfully, the beach was largely deserted.
Lucifer waited patiently. Finally, a figure erged from the sea, and his eyes narrowed. The creature resembled phisto, but there was sothing distinctly different about it.
The monstrous form bore horns like a dragon, a face twisted like that of an orc, glowing eyes afla, and an incredibly muscular build with massive wings extending outward.
This form resembled phisto’s, yet it wasn’t the sa. Unlike phisto’s most basic state, Beliar’s transformation was one of his stronger forms.
"Your end has co, impostor..." Beliar’s voice was guttural and crackling, deep as a dragon’s roar. His rage was so intense that even the ocean water boiled around him. The temperature within 500 ters rose dramatically.
Lucifer sighed, recognizing that this wouldn’t be a simple battle. While Beliar wasn’t a particularly powerful demon, he wasn’t a weak one either.
Lucifer prepared himself, a rare thrill coursing through him. It had been a long ti since he’d faced a true fight. A grin spread across his face. "Alright then. Show what you’ve got!"
With that, Lucifer charged at Beliar at incredible speed.
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