Inhuman Warlock

The world lay in ruins, and Lucifer felt utterly lost. Looking at the signs of carnage, he could see his imprint all over the place. It was as if this was caused by him and no one else.

For a long time, his mind wasn't able to come out of shock. He walked through the lifeless corridor, noticing the cracks on the wall that had decayed for the most part.

Even the flowers were completely lifeless, their vessels empty. Unlike the complete desolate scene outside, the interiors were in an even worse situation.

He walked inside the first time that he found, the door turning into dust as soon as he touched it. The room was completely empty, yet Lucifer could see the signs of someone being present inside the room not long ago.

As Lucifer glanced down, a chilling sight caught his attention— crimson stain scattered across the ground. His mind conjured an image of someone being struck by a devastating force, coughing out blood while being consumed by utter obliteration. The residue left behind was a grim reminder of the decay that had taken place.

On the wall, he could see a portrait, which appeared very old. It was in such bad condition that he couldn't even see the picture clearly.

Lucifer left the room, his eyes carrying a hint of fear. His feet were hesitant as if he didn't want to go further. He didn't want to confirm his suspicions about what happened to his family.

He had already lost his family once in the past, but this time was different. This time, it happened because of him. He had come here to save them, yet he was the one who killed them.

In the back of his mind, he kept hoping that it was going to be a nightmare that he could wake up from. Unfortunately, it didn't appear to be a nightmare. Instead, this was something like his personal hell.

Lucifer walked inside the room which he remembered to be his parents room. The door was also intact, yet looked rotten from the core. He hesitated for a long time, reaching out his hand only to then retract it.

Finally, he opened the door and ventured into the room, feeling a sense of chaos consuming his thoughts.

After entering the room, he was greeted by a familiar sight. The room was bigger than the previous rooms, but that also made it appear even more empty.

Although finding an empty room was better than finding a room with corpses, but for him, it didn't make any difference. The empty place implied the same thing. He had blood on his hands.

He would've been fine even if it was the blood of a million people, but instead the blood on his hand belonged to his family and everyone else that supported him in the past. It was as if he had lost a part of his past. He had lost a part of himself.

He remained on the ground, watching the portrait on the wall. Although there were multiple portraits, only one was in barely decent condition.

In the portrait, he saw a picture that he had taken with his family just because he left for the Star Alliance, promising them that he was going to return soon.

He reached out his hand. Unfortunately, as soon as he touched the portrait, it turned into dust like a fleeting dream, telling him that he was only good for one thing... Destruction.

Lucifer clutched a handful of dust particles, his grip unwavering. He didn't say a single word. He just remained standing in the room like an empty statue.

The crack in the building kept getting bigger. The building had already lost all its structural Strength and was barely holding on, but with time, that wasn't enough.

As debris rained down around him, Lucifer's eyes gleamed with sorrow. He knew what he had to do. With a shattered building as his canvas, he had to try everything possible.

If it was caused by him, then it was going to be solved by him as well. Even if he had to take the help of that unstable power that caused this in the first place, he was willing.

He raised his right hand, both his eyes turning pitch black with mysterious starts gleaming within them. The building that had started falling came to a halt, as if time itself had stopped.

Although he wasn't certain how he did it in the past, but he had indeed managed to change the past and bring his family back! If that was what it took, he was willing to do that again.

The last time, it all happened naturally. He didn't even know how he managed to do that. After that, he had tried many times to go back to the past but it never worked. It was as if he was lacking something. There was always something missing.

Although he still didn't know what was missing, he now had something that he could replace it with! Even if he lacked something, he was forcefully going to use it. n-./.-..--.)-I-)n

He created a link between his newly formed unknown core with the Core of Time, temporarily strengthening his core of time by leaps and bounds.

With this newfound power, he could feel the fabric of time shifting and bending to his will. The possibilities seemed endless as Lucifer started to utilize his Core of Time to the fullest.

Unfortunately, despite trying, he wasn't able to send his consciousness back in time, as if that wasn't a task that could be achieved with just the core of time. It seemed to utilize other factors as well, for which he had limited understanding.

The Core of Time inside his body felt blazing hot, as if it was going to burn Lucifer. It was a power beyond human understanding, yet Lucifer didn't hold back. Even if he felt like his body was on the verge of destruction, he kept going.

Even then, he held on. If he couldn't go back in time, then he was going to bring the world itself back in time!