Inhuman Warlock-Novel

"If it'll save Lucifer, I'm willing to fight by your side. I'm sure Lucifer will understand," Cassius said, holding his sword firmly.

In the current timeline, a battle to retrieve Lucifer's body was going on. In another place, Lucifer was standing inside the lift, which had suddenly stopped working.

"Is the power gone?" Zale asked. "Let me try opening the door."

He stabbed his fingers in the metallic door and tried to pull the door open. "Like like we are in between floors."

"I assumed as much. It's not that the power is gone but the lift which is turned off," Lucifer replied. "They probably want to trap us. Oh well, so much for thinking we can do it without using a bit of violence."

Lucifer raised his hand, creating a lightning Sword. His body started floating up. He stabbed the sword on the corner of the top and started slicing.

At the same time, he used his wind to keep Zale floating because he was going to make the entire life fall down.

As he started slicing the lift from edge to edge, the lift started becoming unstable.

Thud~

As soon as he finished slicing, the rest of the lift fell with incredible force while the top half flew up with similar force. It was even more amplified by the winds of Lucifer.

He continued flying up, only stopping after reaching the top floor.

Using the same lightning sword, he started slicing the door of the lift. After cutting the door, he stepped on the floor, slightly surprised that there were no guards.

Initially, he had assumed that he was going to find a barrage of bullets flying towards him. "Looks like all the security is concentrated downstairs. Good for us."

He stabbed the sword in the controls of the other lift to stop it from working. Now no one could get here without using the stairs.

He also covered the entrance of the stairs with his barrier before walking down the hallway.

"Which room?" Zale asked.

"The closest. Either it'll be the right one, or it'll be the right one," Lucifer lazily said. "Not like the person won't be able to find an answer for us."

He placed his hand on the door, which started decaying slowly.

"This... Is this why you don't eat with your hands?" Zale asked, noticing the decay.

"Yeah. It's always active," Lucifer replied, smiling.

"Whatever I touch is destroyed. Then again, it's not just with my powers. It's like my destiny. Wherever I walk, death and destruction follow," Lucifer smiled, hiding an incomprehensible emotion in his eyes.

The door was destroyed entirely, allowing the others a path to enter.

"W-who are you?" A well-dressed man was sitting behind a table. Seeing two strangers enter after destroying his door, he stood up.

He pulled the drawer while looking for a gun.

"Looking for a weapon? Or something to call security? Go ahead; I'll wait." Lucifer lazily said, walking to the window in the back.

He observed the city through the window. "The city looks so different than it's about to become. I must say, I like this iteration more. It looks so peaceful, contrary to the crowded mess."

The man brought his gun out and aimed at Lucifer. "Who are you?"

"You are slightly slow. It took you three minutes to search for your gun." Lucifer lazily turned around. "That's pretty bad when it comes to self defense, you know?"

"Answer me. Who are you?!"

"I am just a concerned citizen who is looking for someone. And I was wondering if you can help me find the person."

"I'm in the finance department! How can I help you locate people? I'm not lost and found! Tell me your true motive. I'm not joking with the gun. I'll really shoot!"

"You'll really shoot?" Lucifer asked, amused. "I thought you were joking."

"Anyway, enough jokes. Check your system and find me the person named Julien Asade."

"I told you I can't help you. If you don't leave, you're going to be in a big mess. I've also alerted security. They're going to be here soon!"

"Oh, I doubt that," Lucifer replied, slightly amused. "I think they'll be busy trying to find a way to step on this floor in the first place. But I can send you to them if you want a faster way to meet them."

He snapped his fingers, making the gun leave the hands of the man. The gun appeared in the hands of Lucifer. Within seconds, it was completely destroyed.

"So, are you going to help me now? Because I do have some other ways to convince you if you don't."

"Other ways?" The man asked.

Lucifer punched the glass window, shattering it. Some glass pieces even hit his hand, making it bleed, but the bleeding soon stopped.

Lucifer waved his hand, using his wind to toss the man out the window.

"Argh!"

The man screamed as he was pushed out the window, but he realized that he wasn't falling. He was floating in the air.

"You either help me find the person I'm looking for, or I'll help you find the god," Lucifer said, smiling. "Understood?"

"I-i understand! I will help you! Please take me in!"

"Good boy." Lucifer brought the man inside.

"I don't know how you do it, but I want the location of Julien Asade. He is a citizen of this place," he added as he sat on one of the chairs, one leg resting above the other.

"Why are you standing?" he asked, looking back at Zale. "Take the seat. It might take some time."

...

Clarisse was meeting a young man who was dressed in a white robe as if he was a doctor, but he wasn't alone. The man had two guards standing behind him, both carrying weapons.

The man had long white hair despite looking like he was barely in his early twenties. His hazel eyes and good looks were making many girls glance at him as they walked past.?The man was more focused on Clarisse though.

"You're pretty late. I didn't expect this from you," the man said.

"I was delayed. I know. But there were circumstances I couldn't avoid. Anyways, can we please get to the topic? Why did we come all the way here?" Clarisse asked.

"Where would we go if not here? You know it's hard making those Gloves. We exhausted all the stock we had. If we don't get more, we can't make more of those Gloves or other things related," the man said, smiling.

"You mean this place has what we need?" Clarisse asked.