Inhuman Warlock

Lucifer looked at the maid, clearly able to see the fear in her eyes.

He stepped forward. The woman moved back, her face pale. However, soon she felt her body restricted. She was unable to move.

Lucifer went down on one knee before the woman who was on the ground, bleeding.

Although the woman was scared of Lucifer, for some reason, she felt that the man's eyes were filled with a strange pain and sense, making her wonder just what kind of life he had experienced.

Lucifer placed his hand on the girl's forehead. The girl couldn't even resist as her body was frozen. She had accepted her fate, but soon she realized that something was wrong.

She felt a strange yet pleasant energy entering her body. She could feel the pain in her body disappearing. Her wounds were healing at a rapid pace. Even her broken bones had healed.

Within a few seconds, the woman was completely healed.

"Who... are you?" The woman asked, her eyes looking deep in the eyes of Lucifer.

"I reject the birthday gift you gave me. Select a better gift for me when we're done," Lucifer spoke, his eyes conveying a myriad of emotions.

Hearing his words, the maid was stunned. Previously, she had told little Lucifer that she was giving her life as a birthday gift to him before she went to face the two men. Hearing these words from the man before her, she felt confused.

Unfortunately, before she could come to her senses, the young man stood up, only his back was visible, lonely and growing distant with each passing second.

The man flicked his fingers while leaving. The clothes of the woman that were lying in the distance shot to her, landing right at her feet. The man didn't say anything and soon disappeared.

However, instead of wearing her clothes, the woman went to the rubble to find Lucifer. To her surprise, no one was there. Only some signs of the rubble being pushed back were present.

She looked in the direction where the man had disappeared, tears streaming down her cheeks as she muttered, "Young Lord?"

She knew that one would have to be crazy to believe it, but for some reason, she was certain that the man was none other than Lucifer.

She ran to her clothes so she could get dressed and chase after Lucifer.

****

In the main hall of the palace, signs of destruction were everywhere. The entire place was filled with craters.

There were hundreds of bodies lying all around the hall, most of them belonging to the warriors who had come to take Lucifer.

His mother alone had caused such a Mayhem, but she wasn't completely unharmed either. Her entire body was covered in blood. Her left hand was missing, lying in the distance.

Her face also had multiple scars. She had been fighting constantly, killing every second. Unfortunately, she was quite exhausted as there was no end to the enemies.

However, even at this moment, the woman didn't seem to have any regrets. She had held these people back for long enough. She believed that by now, her maid should've already taken Lucifer to safety.

"Are you feeling happy that you let your child escape?" As if reading the woman's mind, the Spatial Clan Patriarch asked. There was a deep gnash on his chest, making it evident that he didn't have a good time either.

"Do you really think it was you holding us back? What if we were the ones holding you back? Don't tell me you didn't consider the possibility at all?" The old man laughed. "It would've been much harder for us to take the child from you. But what if it's just a single maid? What then?"

The devilish smirk on the old man's lips made the woman's expressions darken. Her mind couldn't help but be distracted by the thoughts of Lucifer and if he was caught.

However, that one moment of distraction was enough for the enemies in this battle.

They saw their chance and seized it, launching a surprise attack that caught the woman off guard.

A sword sliced through space and her wrist, letting her weapon fall to the ground. The Spatial Clan Patriarch appeared behind her, grabbing her by the hair, smashing her face on the ground.

The Spatial Clan Patriarch raised his foot, stomping on the knee of the woman, crushing her bones under his feet.

"Did you ever think there would ever be a day like this for you?" The old man laughed, grabbing the remaining arm of the woman, ripping it off.

However, to his frustration, the woman didn't once scream in pain, not granting him any satisfaction.

With a look of determination on her face, the woman stared defiantly at the Spatial Clan Patriarch. Despite the excruciating pain, she refused to let him break her spirit. Her unwavering resilience only fueled his rage further.

"I wonder how your husband would react after seeing you like this. And more than that, I wonder how beautiful your expressions will be when I cut your child's throat right before your eyes."

The man dragged the woman's body by her hair, leaving a bloody trail behind. Yet, even in the face of such brutality, her eyes held a glimmer of fighting spirit.

The woman still hadn't given up. She had a plan to fight back, but first she needed to make sure if these people actually caught her child.

"Though you know what would be more usual in breaking that arrogant husband of yours? Why didn't I think of this before?" The old man suddenly stopped, revealing a smirk.

"Even covered in blood, you look so pretty. I wonder what your husband would be like when he finds out that I've played with his precious treasure. Would he cry? Would he vow to kill me?"

A scary smile graced the man's lips as he looked forward to the Leader of the Ancient Clan roaring in pain and madness after finding out what he did.

He tossed the woman aside as he walked over to the throne.

"You can enjoy her amongst yourselves," he told his man, as he sat on the throne, like an overlord prepared to watch a show.