After spending time with Silva or Selene, Lucifer headed to the stable to tend to Mephis. He brushed the dust from his coat, carefully combed out the tangles in his mane and tail, then cleaned his hooves thoroughly, scraping away the dirt and checking for any stones.
Just as he was finishing up, a glowing system prompt suddenly materialized in the air right in front of him. Lucifer froze for a moment, his crimson eyes narrowing as he stared at it intently, reading every word that hovered there in shimmering text...
[Depraved system]
[Event Quest ]
[Phase :-1 Completed]
[Acquired Dutchy],[Eradicated Asher Family]
[Rewards - 1000000DP, Fertile Fields,3 Shadow slave assassin,5000 A- Rank Soilders]
[Skill - Sensitive touch]
[Description - Increase stimulation by 80%,
Make women cum more intense and provide them maximum satisfaction]
[Ability - Monarch]
[Description - When an intruder will enter your teritory with I'll intent, you will get notified]
[Ability - Collector]
[Whenever you will introduce new skils or knowledge, no one will be suspicious of you]
[Note :- Godess amara is asking when will you use mouth pussy]
Lucifer said in his mind 'Not now mother,but when I really or badly need something from you'.
[Godess amara is saying:- New challanges are on the way]
Lucifer thought in mind 'isn't I'm your son, I'll face everthing'
[Godess amara is saying :- yes you are luci]
[Godess amara is saying :- I'm bored,going to call some lower God to fuck me]
Lucifer thought 'Enjoy it mother, I'll be there soon, then you will be only mine.... I'll never let another men or God touch you'
[Godess amara is saying:- I'm waiting for my Luci]
Lucifer thought 'by mom,lots of love from lucifer'
[Love you too SON,Go now enjoy your mortal world]
[Divine connection deactivated..... Call charge -10000DP]
Lucifer thought 'from when did you start charging DP'
[System :- Host.....I'm broke and DP provided to you came from godess herself, and I need to visit brothel, my favorite escort just arrived need to pay something to enjoy her, so from now on every 1% of your DP, I'll take it.]
Lucifer thought 'you....ok ok take it.... Your are also my brother system, a big brother should always pay for younger one's
[System:- Thank you host]
When Lucifer was mentally talking with the system while cleaning the coats of Mephis, Opaline, and Ysoria, suddenly the system started blinking repeatedly.
[Error..... Error... Error..... Error... Error..... Error..... Error :- Host your 1st unborn daughter died today.
Age:- 1 months 6 days
Reason of death :- Extreme torture and poisoning.
Culprit:- Cristopher, Sarah and Rotveil]
[I'm so sorry host your very first human child(daughter) died even before she was borned].
[Derpraved System]
[Event quest :-2]
[Eradicate the church of poison, death and defilement]
[Kill Rotveil, this church's pope and his followers]
[Time limit:-12 years]
[Special note:-Rotveil is Distant Relative of 3rd patriarch of Purefield's and is above 450+ years, 6th oldest man of this world]
[His blessings:- None, Just Brutal Oppression,poison knowledge and Used to eat New born Childs Hearts for vitality]
[Reward:-Sorry Host no reward, you will be most emotionless father if you can't even kill your unborn daughter baby murderer, but I'll give you a previledge that from now on you can see gender of your child].
[Host will you do it]
[Yes/No]
Lucifer saw system and without saying anything he opt for yes and said in mind... 'Leave me for some time'
As soon as Lucifer mentally commanded the Depraved System, "Leave me alone for a while," the prompt blinked out like a dying ember, plunging his mind into eerie silence.
The very instant it vanished, an ancient, primal abyss yawned open within him, unleashing a torrent of raw, visceral horror.
Lucifer's eyes hollowed into bottomless pits—frigid, vacant, stripped of any flicker of humanity. Then the bloodlust detonated. It wasn't mere anger; it was a seismic rupture, a psychic maelstrom that clawed at the senses like jagged glass. The air curdled, heavy with the metallic tang of impending slaughter, thick enough to choke on, laced with the acrid stink of fear-sweat and voided bowels from unseen victims. Mephis, Opaline, and Ysoria convulsed, their massive flanks heaving in ragged, wheezing gasps; lungs burned as if filled with razor shards, nostrils flaring at the overwhelming reek of blood and brimstone. Froth boiled from their muzzles—salty, bitter foam that splattered the hay—while their hooves scraped futilely against the ground, muscles seizing in electric spasms of terror, until all three collapsed to their knees with bone-jarring thuds, hides twitching like live wires under invisible lashes.
The nightmare didn't halt at the stable's splintered doors.
It metastasized through the ducal house like a venomous fog, infiltrating every crack, every breath. Stone walls groaned under the pressure, as if the building itself recoiled in agony. In the treasury, Allen's fingers went numb on cold gold coins that now felt like frozen knives; his ears rang with a deafening pulse—his own heartbeat thundering like war drums—while bile surged up his throat, sour and burning, vision swimming in nauseous vertigo. Amelia awoke to sheets soaked in icy sweat that clung like a second, clammy skin; her tongue tasted coppery dread, skin crawling with phantom insects, every nerve screaming as if flayed raw. Jeff, thrusting deep into Mia, felt a arctic chill snake up his spine—his cock shriveling instantly, the sudden void leaving a stinging ache—while Mia's arousal evaporated, replaced by a gut-wrenching nausea that twisted her insides, the air now reeking of stale sex turned sour. Westeria's eyes snapped open to shadows that writhed unnaturally on her walls, her mouth dry as ash, tongue swollen; she shivered uncontrollably, teeth chattering like dice in a skeletal hand. Jason's knees buckled, urine trickling hot down his leg in humiliating warmth; Ruby's grip dug into his flesh like talons, drawing pinpricks of blood that stung like acid. Baldwin, Maxwell, and Cesar burrowed under beds, the wood creaking overhead like gallows beams, their breaths shallow and ragged, mouths filling with the bitter taste of panic-vomit barely held back. Isolde, Catherine, Elspeth, and Agnes—some crumpled in heaps, eyelids fluttering over whites rolled back, others jerked in seizures, foam bubbling from lips like rabid dogs, the froth salty and metallic on their tongues.
Outside, the duchy drowned in sensory apocalypse. Winds howled unnaturally, carrying the distant wails of terrified animals—dogs baying until voices cracked raw, horses whinnying in shrieks that pierced eardrums. Servants' skin prickled with gooseflesh, as if invisible claws raked their backs; guards retched bile onto battlements slick with sudden dew that smelled of rust and decay. In the town, the air hummed with a low, vibrating dread that set teeth on edge, mothers' milk curdling in their breasts, children's cries muffled by the oppressive weight pressing on chests like stone slabs.
Lucifer's emerald eyes had hemorrhaged into a throbbing, luminescent purple, veins bulging like twisted roots; scalding crimson tears—hot as forge slag—gushed from the corners, sizzling on contact with his skin, sending up wisps of steam that carried the sharp, iron stench of fresh-spilled blood. The stable's temperature skyrocketed, hay crackling dry and igniting faint sparks; sweat evaporated instantly from hides, leaving a salty crust that burned like salt in wounds. Mephis, the sagest stallion, quivered so fiercely his hooves drummed a frantic tattoo on the earth, vibrations rumbling through the ground like an earthquake's prelude—yet he hauled himself up on legs that screamed in protest, muscles tearing with the effort. Silent as a ghost, he exploded toward the manor, Opaline and Ysoria pounding behind, their hooves thundering like heartbeats in a fever dream, breaths rasping hot and labored.
They erupted into the main hall with a crash that echoed like shattering bone. Misty sprawled limp, her skin pallid and slick with cold sweat that pooled beneath her, reeking of fear-musk. Borris huddled under the table, snot dripping from his nose, salty tears streaking his face; his whimpers were wet, choked gurgles. Mephis reared, hooves slamming marble with a crack that split stone and jarred teeth, then unleashed a primal screech that vibrated through chests like a blade on bone.
"Neeeeeehhh-eeeehhhhnee-hheeeee...."
"Whhhihineeeyyyyhennneeeee...."
"Neeeehh-heeeeeeneeeeeeeeeeee...."
The cries weren't mere horse sounds—they were guttural howls from the edge of madness, shredding the air, leaving eardrums throbbing and throats raw just from hearing them.
Mia staggered in, pulse hammering in her temples like hammers on anvils; the unnatural neighs clawed at her ears. Mephis lunged, teeth clamping her skirt with a rip of fabric, yanking so hard it burned against her thighs. Her hand on his head felt his hide slick with lather, foaming like soap but stinking of equine terror. Opaline joined, tugging with desperate snaps that bruised skin. Mia's voice trembled, tasting dust and dread: "Where is he?"
Borris's reply croaked from his hiding spot, voice mucus-thick: "S-stable… young master…"
Mia whispered, breath hot in her mouth, "Lucifer is in the stable?"
Ysoria's response was a banshee wail that rattled chandeliers, glass tinkling like breaking bones: "Neeeeiiiighhhh...."
"Is he safe?"
Mephis's head whipped side to side—no—the motion whipping wind that stung her eyes.
"Is this nightmare from him?"
"Neeeh-neeehheee." The neigh sliced like a knife.
"Is he in peril?"
The trio's unified scream hammered her skull, vibrations buzzing in her bones.
Mia bolted, feet pounding stone that felt unnaturally hot underfoot. Amelia shadowed her, the air growing thicker with each stride—viscous, clinging like tar, scorching lungs with every inhale, the metallic blood-scent intensifying until it coated tongues. Breaths scorched; skin blistered from phantom heat; visions hazed red at the edges.
At the gate, they halted, bodies rebelling against the wall of agony: hearts stuttered erratically, ears popping from pressure, the reek of brimstone and blood so thick it gagged.
Lucifer loomed, back turned, statue-still amid the haze.
Mia's calls cracked like whips in the silence: "Luci… Lucifer… Lucii… Lucii… Luci…"
Only the wet plip-plip of his blood dripping answered, pooling viscous and steaming.
She inched forward, floorboards creaking like screams underfoot, until her hand trembled on his shoulder—fabric scorching-hot yet his form beneath radiated arctic chill that numbed her fingers instantly. "Lucifer… Lucii… son…"
No twitch.
She circled, and the sight gutted her: eyes devoured by crimson glow, pulsing like heartbeats, blood cascading in hot, sticky rivers down cheeks that sizzled on impact with collar, the stench of charring flesh faint but nauseating. Skin waxy-pale as a corpse, lips cracked and bloodless; fists mangled, nails embedded in palms with squelching wounds oozing thick, congealing red that pattered like rain, each drop hissing steam. The air warped around him—shimmering heat mirage—yet his hug, when she crushed him close, was frostbite-cold, leaching warmth from her bones, numbing her core while his blood soaked her clothes, hot and tacky against her skin.
She stroked his back, feeling vertebrae like ice shards under cloth, wiped the searing tears with her sleeve that smoked faintly. Her whisper carried boundless love amid the sensory storm: "Luci… son… what happened? Why this fury?"
Amelia edged near, air broiling her face like an open oven, yet touching him froze her hand, a paradoxical burn of cold that raised blisters.
Eons passed in suffocating quiet, broken only by distant whimpers echoing through walls.
Then Lucifer's voice grated out, each syllable a rasp over gravel, breath hot and fetid with rage.
"T… Thheyy… Killeddd… Her…"
"Theey….. Killeddd…. Herrrr….!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The roar built to a thunderclap that buzzed eardrums, shaking dust from rafters.
Mia's heart lurched, tasting heartbreak like ash: "Luci… who are 'they'? Who is 'her'?"
"Mom… Theyy…. Killed…..Mmmmyyy….. Daug…. Daughter..." His stutter vibrated through her chest like a dying engine.
Amelia invoked: "Lovertia."
The child-spirit flickered in, eyes mirroring the crimson blaze, her form shimmering unstable; the air around her hummed with shared agony, a high-pitched whine that set nerves jangling.
Amelia's query trembled: "Tia… you rage too?"
Lovertia nodded, voice a whisper-wind that chilled spines: "I don't know the foe, Mommy… but Daddy's torment… it's a storm inside me, ripping, burning every fiber."
She dissolved into mist that prickled skin like needles.
Mia's patience shattered: "Luci… who slew your daughter?"
The bloodlust resurged—a tidal wave crashing senses: air ignited with sulfur stink, pressure crushing chests, ears popping. Lucifer's snarl quaked: "Cristopher... Sarah… and… Rotveil."
Mia's gut knotted, recalling Jeff's warnings—the church's poison, the herb's bitter essence—but she pressed: "How do you know?"
His reply slithered like venom: "Mom… I… felt… it… Every… agony… They scorched her with onion fumes that seared like acid vapors… drowned her in tansy's toxic brew… I tasted her screams… smelled her fading life…"
Then the laughter erupted.
It bubbled low, a gurgling choke, then detonated into deranged hysteria—teeth gnashing with wet clicks, cackles echoing off walls like shattering glass, breath heaving in ragged, phlegm-rattled bursts.
"HHeeeheeeheeekkkiitttkitttkitttkittheeeeheeekiitkittheekitheeekitheeeekiiit…." The sound clawed at minds, leaving phantom echoes that throbbed in skulls.
Gasping through it, eyes wild and rolling, sclera bloodshot: "Mommy… you wouldn't… object… if I ended them… gruesomely?"
The mirth severed like a snapped wire. His tone flattened to lethal silk, each word dripping like slow poison.
"Foolish question. You've already forsaken that eunuch scum. Perfect."
Then, arctic calm, gaze locking with a weight that pinned souls:
"Mommy… Sis… These hands will rend them… shred flesh in wet, ripping strips… devour the quivering morsels raw… the copper tang bursting on my tongue… while they watch, gurgling pleas through blood-frothed lips. Eyes last—popping sweet between my teeth. My oath… to Seren… etched in their screams."
The name's utterance sucked the horror inward like a black hole—vanished in a blink.
Pressure lifted; air cleared of its foul miasma. Birds chirped tentatively outside, feathers rustling. Pulses steadied, though the aftertaste of terror lingered bitter on tongues.
Lucifer pivoted, composure a fragile mask over the void, and strode into the enveloping night, boots echoing hollow on stone, leaving only congealed blood-puddles that steamed faintly and the indelible scar of a vow forged in sensory hell.