Inhuman Warlock

Lucifer's chest throbbed with pain as he rose to his feet, the weight of his past bearing down upon him. His weary eyes surveyed the ravaged battlefield, witnessing the scars of destruction and the shattered lives left in its wake.

The battle may have reached its conclusion, but Lucifer knew deep within that this was merely the prologue to what was to come.

A peculiar sensation drew his gaze towards an unfamiliar direction. From the very earth beneath his feet, the blood of those he had slain in this realm began to rise, their life essence intertwining with the crimson droplets. As if guided by an unseen force, the blood drops converged before his very eyes.

Gradually, the individual droplets merged, forming a colossal sphere reminiscent of a blood-soaked sun. Its size grew exponentially, consuming the life essence of all who had perished in its wake.

The intense illumination cast by this bloody sun bathed the world in a haunting scarlet glow.

When the bloody sun had gathered its final tribute, Lucifer extended his pale hand towards it. As if attuned to his command, the celestial orb began to shrink, transforming into a swirling vortex of pulsating crimson energy. Its once majestic proportions diminished, becoming a fraction of its initial size.

With a delicate touch, the condensed sphere settled into the palm of Lucifer's hand, undergoing a metamorphosis of its own. The shape elongated, slenderizing into a sleek and sinuous crimson sword. Its very presence exuded an overwhelming power, an otherworldly energy that resonated with its master's desires.

This blade, forged from the blood of the mightiest beings of this era, had absorbed the essence of every species in this realm. Like its wielder, it possessed an unparalleled strength and untamed fury. As Lucifer flicked his wrist, the sword hummed with anticipation, prepared to execute its master's every command.

In this weapon coursed the blood of conquerors, the essence of the conquered. nO1n

Lucifer's grip tightened around the hilt of the crimson sword, feeling the surge of power coursing through his veins.

As he stood amidst the remnants of the battlefield, Lucifer didn't move even an inch. It was as if he was simply waiting for something. His gaze remained in that one peculiar direction.

A few minutes passed yet nothing changed. The world remained absolutely silent, as if not a single trace of life was left behind. However, shortly, everything changed as a strange aura flooded the atmosphere.

The sky that had been empty all this time, it was now covered entirely by unknown beings. The world that had no life remaining, now filled with hundreds of unfamiliar beings.

Although none of the beings looked out of the ordinary, they clearly were more powerful than the beings that Lucifer had faced until now. Moreover, their physical characteristics reminded Lucifer of Talia.

While Lucifer was observing the people, who revealed clear hostility towards him, he noticed two of those beings move aside, as if clearing a path for someone.

From the cleared path, a familiar figure came forward. The person looked similar to Talia in all features but her persona felt different. She seemed more mature as if she had lived for much longer.

"So you've been alive," Lucifer spoke, having no doubt about the identity of the person.

Although he still didn't know about the true origin of the person, by now, one thing was certain. His clan and the woman's family went far back in history, maybe even farther than he could've imagined. Unfortunately, his clan was gone and he couldn't ask anything.

He could only be certain about one thing. The woman was his enemy. And that was all that mattered.

"You've received the Inheritance of your Clan it seems. And here I thought, it was lost forever. So it's always been hiding inside you," the woman spoke, her gaze cold. "What a pity."

She couldn't help but regret it. If she had known it before, she would have dealt with him before Lucifer took the inheritance. With his inheritance, things became more complicated.

She placed her finger on her ring, applying the slightest of her aura, as if verifying her identity. Once her aura entered the ring, the ring started shining. Its effects remained unknown.

"It doesn't matter. Even now, it's not too late," she said, making her intention clear.

She hadn't brought her father and her Elder Brothers with her, being confident that she could deal with him with the support of Clan Elders, but that was before she knew about Lucifer's evolution.

With his evolution, things had become complicated, but she still had faith. The most troublesome thing about Lucifer's evolution was the excess control over time, space and creation.

She had brought her father's ring with her. Although she hadn't thought that she would be needing it, but now that things had come to this, she was glad that she brought it along.

Although the ring couldn't stop Lucifer from using his abilities, it could safeguard her and her people from the most annoying aspect of Lucifer's abilities. It kept them freed from any space time restriction, allowing them to fight freely without restriction.

Lucifer's eyes narrowed as he watched the woman closely. He could sense the power emanating from her ring.

"Do you have enough faith in that ring to put your life on line?" Lucifer asked. "I assure you, your ring will not save you from the fate that awaits you."

The woman smirked, her eyes gleaming with a mix of arrogance and confidence.

"We shall see," she said cryptically, before turning her gaze towards the battlefield behind Lucifer.

Without warning, she raised her hand and a wave of energy surged towards Lucifer, starting the battle.

Lucifer raised his blood red sword, its fiery glow matching the fire in his eyes.

The clash of their powers created an intense storm of magic and lightning, shaking the very ground beneath their feet.

As the dust settled, Lucifer emerged from the debris, his crimson sword gleaming in the dim light, completely unharmed.

He charged towards the woman with a speed that was almost impossible to track.