Inhuman Warlock

Chapter 59 - 59: Breaking

"Mam, may I suggest that you don’t use your power? If you use it, it will cause an explosion which might harm the people nearby," Sergeant Trafford told Elisi.

"You do have a point."

Elisi agreed with Sergeant Trafford, which gave him hope that maybe she wouldn’t take the law into her hand. Unfortunately, he soon realized how wrong he was as Elisi looked towards another member of her team and commanded.

"You do it. Your powers are a bit tame compared to mine, and they won’t cause an explosion. Don’t do much, just blow up his brain."

The man who stood right beside Elisi nodded his head as he raised his hand and aimed towards Lucifer.

...

Lucifer stepped closer to the small stall that was selling the figures of the famous heroes, but there was only one figure that was attracting his attention. It was the figure of his father.

The stall owner seemed like a young man who looked like he was in his early thirties.

The man noticed Lucifer standing near the stall, looking at the figures. He also observed the luxurious clothes of Lucifer.

’He must be a kid of some rich family,’ the man thought, misunderstanding because of Lucifer’s clothes.

"Which one are you interested in, young man?" the man asked Lucifer with a caring smile.

"I want that," Lucifer let out as he pointed towards a figure.

"Ah, the figure of the fallen Warlock Zale Azarel. Nice choice, young man," the man praised Lucifer’s choice.

"Do you know, he was one of the strongest Warlocks known to humankind. Unfortunately, he died. Anyway, this figure is made entirely from glass and then painted. You can already see its quality. It’s a rare figure that’s not made nowdays. I don’t think you can find it anywhere."

The man kept praising the figure in order to sell it.

"Even though it’s expensive, I can give you some discounts. Here, you can feel the texture for yourself," the young man said as he picked up the figure and handed it over to Lucifer.

Lucifer reached out his hand to take the figure.

Holding the figure in his hand, he carefully caressed it as he looked at it with a reminiscent gaze, losing himself in thousands of memories of his past.

"Fath-"

He was speaking, but he suddenly stopped as he felt something. He was about to turn back, but he couldn’t even do that before a small orb of light came flying in his direction.

The orb was not much bigger than a small bullet, but it contained a significant amount of energy.

Lucifer couldn’t even react before the orb of light penetrated the back of his head. It passed through his brain and came out of the front, leaving a gaping hole in his head.

The orb didn’t stop, though.

The orb of light, which was now covered in blood, kept flying on its trajectory and struck the Glass Figure of Lucifer’s Father, which was in his hand, shattering it to pieces. The orb soon hit the wall at the end before it eventually disappeared.

...

A moment of silence ensued, which was followed by a commotion as the citizens realized that a person had been killed. The citizens started running.

...

Even though there was a hole in Lucifer’s head, it didn’t seem like he cared for it, but a tear could be seen in his eyes as he looked at the glass pieces in his hand. The figure was shattered, only a small piece of it remained.

The hole in his head started healing, and soon, it was perfectly healed. Only some blood was left in his forehead and the back of his head. But Lucifer seemed like he was dead already. He was unmoving, gazing blankly at the broken pieces of glass that were the figure of his father until a few moments ago.

The stall owner had already dropped down to the ground in fear, so he didn’t see the inhumane healing of Lucifer.

....

The single tear trickled down from Lucifer’s eyes, slowly traveling through his cheeks before it dropped to the ground.

Black lightning started flickering around Lucifer even though he wasn’t moving. The lighting kept getting intense and intense as if it intended to destroy the whole world in its rage and sadness.

Somehow a strange phenomenon was also taking place at the same time.

The sky that was only a little clouded before was suddenly covered in dark clouds entirely. It started thundering as if it was was expressing its anger in solidarity with Lucifer’s emotions.

It didn’t take long before water droplets started falling from the sky.

Within a few seconds, the light showers changed to heavy rain.

Most of the people that were present here had already started running away long ago. The ones that wanted to stay behind to watch what was happening had also started running since they felt as if a thunderstorm was coming and it was not worth staying here.

Elisi, her men, and the cops were still standing there, looking at Lucifer’s back with shock on their faces.

The water droplets were making their whole body wet, but the scene before them was more stunning.

Elisi couldn’t believe how Lucifer was still standing as the orb had definitely penetrated his brain. She saw it with her own eyes.

Everyone gazed at Lucifer’s desolate figure, being drenched in water, but no one could see his face.

If they were to look at his face, they would have seen a child who seemed lost. Many droplets were trickling down his face, making it tough to know if they were actually from rain or if they were tears of sadness.

His long silver hair had also drenched, sticking closer to his body. The blood that was covering his forehead was also washed clean by now.

"He healed... Even from that attack? Just what kind of Variant is he?" she muttered. "Fine, I’ll do it myself."

Determined to finish things herself, Elisi raised her hand. She had decided to use her powers now. She wanted to blow Lucifer’s body to smithereens to see what he could do.