Inhuman Warlock

In the distance, he saw a stage. Talia was facing a statue in the distance. There was a leash on the Statue's hands, a leash which was tied to what appeared like human beings shackled at the Statue's feet.

The humans were alive, and they were breathing. It was impossible for Talia to bring these humans with her, so that made Lucifer think of another possibility.

These humans have been here from before Talia even entered. Although it was a wild guess, Lucifer felt these people were here from the moment this place was created by Talia's family.

The murals on the wall along the way depicted sacrifices, similar to the scene ahead. Since this was a special realm, the laws of this world were controlled by Talia's family.

They had already manipulated the space according to will, and only here did Lucifer realize that they didn't just manipulate space but time as well. Time was frozen for these humans. They didn't grow old.

They also didn't need to eat anything. They just waited here, for hundreds of years, all for the moment where the successor of the Clan was going to arrive and grant them death. In death, they found their freedom.

Talia bowed before the statue as she picked up a sword that was kept near the foot of the statue. She was on the verge of getting the inheritance. All she had to do was perform this sacrifice and win the inheritance.

The sword was heavy, and marked with various unique patterns. This was the special sacrificial sword, created by her clan for Inheritance Realms for indoor descendants.

Talia stepped closer to the first boy. She took a deep breath, before swinging her sword. The first person died, their head rolling on the ground. But instead of regret, the person who died had a sense of relief in his eyes.

The other humans also looked forward to their deaths. They had been waiting for this moment. They closed their eyes, not even offering any resistance.

Talia also wasn't taken aback. She didn't consider herself to be a saint. To achieve her goals, she already killed many people in the past. A few more were no different.

She shifted her focus to the next individual, transitioning to the second person. Her sword smoothly swung through the air once more, claiming yet another life.

Talia moved with deadly precision. Each strike was calculated, each life taken swiftly and efficiently, granting the quickest of death.

As the battle raged on, Talia's mind remained focused on her mission. Her goal was to take the inheritance with her and write her own destiny.

As Talia killed the second person, Lucifer noticed the Statue getting more life-like. It was a strange feeling, that made him feel like the statue was watching them. He wasn't sure if this was part of the inheritance she was talking about, but he had a bad feeling about this.

From the moment he entered this world, he only felt as if this world was hostile towards him. Everything that was related to this inheritance tried to harm him.

If this world itself was so harmful, he could only imagine how dangerous that inheritance was going to be. At the end of the day, the enemy that Talia was looking for was none other than him. Her success was his failure and his success lied in her failure. n--O1n

In the meantime, Talia took the third life as well, moving on to the fourth person. She raised her Sword, cutting another person.

Blood splattered across the surroundings as she continued her ruthless pursuit. With that, there was only one more person left between her and her goal.

The fifth person was the last human. With this, it was all over. She raised her Sword.

Her Sword appeared to merge with the wind as it came down, performing the last strike. However before the Sword could even touch the neck of the man, it stopped. There was merely an inch of distance between the Sword and the back of the man's neck.

Even the man was surprised as he completely expected his death. Frowning, he raised his head to notice another person standing near him.

It was a young man, appearing to be in his early twenties. But there was something about him that made him stand out from ordinary humans. It was as if he wasn't a human but something more.

Talia also looked at Lucifer, slightly surprised that the man had managed to reach here.

Lucifer was holding onto her wrist, which had stopped her attack at the last moment.

Talia frowned as she asked, "What do you think you're doing?"

Her demeanor had finally returned to the regal air reminiscent of her days in the Star Alliance. It mirrored the demeanor of a queen who held herself above all others, including her own husband.

"I don't feel right about this. I think you should stop. It might be dangerous for you," Lucifer replied, asking her to step back.

"Dangerous for me, or dangerous for you?" Talia asked, carrying a sarcastic tone. It was different from how she used to talk with him before. It gave Lucifer the impression that she now knew about his true identity.

Although Lucifer's expressions didn't change, Talia could guess what he was thinking. "Confused about how I found out?"

"The moment where that white light hurt me?" Lucifer asked. That was the only thing that was different.

He was certain that Talia didn't know his real identity before arriving here. If that was the case, she wouldn't have chosen him. Also, the last time she saw him was when he was pushed back by the white light. Until then, everything was very ordinary.

"That Holy Light only affects one particular species... The eternal enemy of our Clan! You wanted to know why I came to this realm?! It was to destroy your clan after finding out that they were hiding in this world! Unfortunately, by the time I arrived, your clan was already destroyed."

"You think you alone could've defeated my clan at its peak?" Lucifer asked, his grip around Talia's wrist tightening. Since all the pretenses were off, there was no need to hide anymore.