A river of rage was flowing through the heart of Lucifer. Even though he had killed the person responsible for his anger, the anger didn't subside.
He was already furious at the men who showed him the worst of humanity while reminding him of the scientists. If it were before, he wouldn't have done anything, but he was already enraged.
A bloodthirst was rising inside his heart which seemed to be shrouded in something incomprehensible which he didn't quite understand himself. It was his first time feeling like this.
The only thing he knew was that he wanted to do something… something his parents would never have approved of.
Lucifer glanced towards the old house. He had seen two men from the group of three enter the house.
He started striding towards the house.
The door was still unlocked as the men weren't worried about anyone coming in. Their partner was also still out, at least in their eyes.
He pushed the door open and entered the house.
Two men were sitting on a sofa casually. There was a wooden table placed in front of them. A white powdery substance was lying on the table.
The red-haired man who was the leader of the ground seemed to be mixing the powdery substance. A look of greed was clearly visible in his eyes.
"Hmm? Who the heck are you?"
A loud voice attracted the attention of the red-haired man. He looked to his left at his partner, who had just spoken.
After noticing where his blonde-haired partner was looking, he shifted his gaze and saw Lucifer standing near the door.
The red-haired man threw his head back as he started laughing out loud.
"Hahaha, I get it. He seems to be the illegitimate son of that old guy. I never knew that guy would be hiding a son in his house!"
He misunderstood Lucifer's identity and assumed him to be related to the old man they had killed.
"Hey Kid, did you see what happened outside?" he asked Lucifer, wondering if Lucifer saw them kill the old man.
"Why are you talking so much? You keep mixing. I'll take care of this guy, " the blonde man chimed in as he picked up a gun that was lying on the table.
He aimed the gun at Lucifer and fired without wasting even a second. The bullet blazed through the air, leaving a powerful sound in its wake.
The red-haired man looked at the one that fired the shot with an annoyed look on his face.
"Hey, Marlon! Why did you kill him! It would have been good to have a servant to do our chores," he complained. "Because of you, we lost such a good opportunity."
"Ahh, right, why didn't I think about it!" Marlon couldn't help but facepalm himself.
"Sigh, it's too late now. Whatever, you take care of the body." The red-haired man was disappointed as he glared at Marlon.
He looked back towards Lucifer, only to have his eyes widen in surprise.
"Umm, Marlon? Why is this guy still standing?" he inquired with a blank look on his face. "That too when you clearly shot his head?"
Instead of seeing Lucifer fall, the two of them saw Lucifer standing tall. Not only that, Lucifer had started walking towards them slowly.
"Something is wrong!" Marlon panted as he stood up.
Both of them knew that something was really messed up here.
"Are we already hallucinating? We are, right?" the red-haired man asked as he rubbed his eyes. He wondered if drugs had entered his body when he was mixing them.
"We can't both be hallucinating at the same time!" Marlon asserted as he realized that they were in danger.
He once again aimed the gun at Lucifer's head before he started firing.
One after another, all bullets were emptied in Lucifer.
Marlon didn't stop this time until his gun was completely empty. Unfortunately for him, Lucifer still didn't fall.
Not only that, the way Lucifer was taking bullets so easily, Marlon felt like he was in a nightmare where the Devil had taken the shape of a kid to scare them.
"Why don't you just die?!" Marlon roared as he threw the gun towards Lucifer.
Lucifer waved his hand gently, tossing the gun aside without letting it hit him.
Marlon felt like he was going crazy. He started running towards Lucifer as he punched out.
Since guns were useless, he was going to let his hands do the job to knock Lucifer out.
His bad luck didn't leave him this time either, as his hand was caught easily.
Lucifer caught the fist of Marlon, which was coming for his face.
Marlon tried to push Lucifer only to fail. It was as if his hand was caught by a mountain that was impossible to shake.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move his hand. Not only that, soon, he started feeling as if his hand was burning in the flames of hell.
This feeling soon spread into his entire body. He could feel his body weakening at a rapid pace. Wrinkles started developing on his face as his body started shrinking. He started getting older. It all happened so fast that the man didn't even know how to react before he died.
The red-haired man looked at Lucifer with a pale face as he watched his friend die a gruesome death.
He was scared silly as he saw the dried-up body of his partner.
"Y-you a-are Variant?!" he stuttered as he realized that it wasn't his hallucinations. That only meant the boy in front of him had special abilities. He was a Variant.