Chapter 277: Movement

Veracity glared at Lucifer as she sighed. She didn't want him to jump to his death since he was Zale's son, but he was too stubborn. She didn't know what she could do to help him. 

"Fine. Do what suits you," she ultimately said, rolling her eyes as she stood up and left. 

Cassius was also finding himself in a complicated position. This thing was getting bigger than he expected. But he couldn't do anything. Now that he was in it, he needed to stick around. 

At least until Lucifer finished his revenge. He believed Lucifer was going to go back to normal life after that, not realizing that Lucifer's mind wasn't on revenge anymore. 

He didn't understand that Lucifer didn't want revenge now. Instead, he wanted the whole world now. 

He also stood up as he left, carrying his sword. 

Lucifer remained alone on the couch, having his eyes closed. He didn't sleep though. 

'Two Warlock Kings, huh. They're not much. I want to play this game with many more. This is just the start. I'll have to go against more than you all can imagine.'

' It doesn't matter if you stick with me after we're done here, but I'll finish what I started,' he thought as he turned his body sideways and actually fell asleep. 

...

A red haired man was lying on a white bed. A machine was measuring his heartbeats and his ECG. 

A woman was also sitting here in a nurse outfit. 

The red haired man laid unmoving as if he was deep asleep. The machine showed a stable heartbeat.

No matter who saw the red haired man, they would have thought that it was a person who was sleeping, but only the people here knew that it wasn't the case. 

The man hadn't moved in the last eight years as he was in a coma after getting in a clash with someone. Most of his injuries had healed long ago, but he still hadn't woken up. 

Throughout these years, a maid was constantly left here to take care of him. There were also doctor visits every day since the red haired man wasn't any ordinary person. He was the Captain of the APF Delta Squad, Xander. 

The nurse had stayed here for eight years, just looking at the unmoving man. She had grown tired of seeing the man for so long, but she couldn't do anything else. In the end, she could only bear with it.

"I don't get it. Why don't they give up on him? It's not like he's going to wake up. He hadn't woken up for so long. It's just a waste of resources," the dark-haired maid said, sighing. 

She stood up and started walking back and forth, extremely bored. 

As she had her back towards the red haired man, the man laid motionless. His hands were resting on the white bedsheet, which was spotlessly clean. 

His hand that was unmoving for years had a cannula inserted in it which was connected to a bag at the top which seemed to have a colorless liquid. 

In the silence of the room, only the footsteps of the maid could be heard as she walked back and forth. 

Amidst her hasty movement, the maid didn't notice that the finger of the man slightly moved. It was so brief that it was hard to notice. 

...

Kensington city had a playground where kids used to play football. It was a big area that was covered in grass but was mostly empty. 

The grass in the field was still wet as it had just suffered through heavy rain. There were even puddles of water at places.

Suddenly the grass started moving as heavy winds appeared. The water could be seen vibrating as a helicopter landed on top of the grass. 

The doors of the helicopter slid open before a group of two stepped out. 

A bulky man could be seen in the lead. His pink hair waved with the wind as he stepped out of the helicopter. A spotless white robe was covering his shoulder. 

Following behind him was a man who looked even bulkier. His long hair seemed to be a darker shade of grey. 

He seemed to be wearing a jacket made of animal fur. Both the men had tattoos on their faces, but the pink haired man seemed more refined, unlike the second, who looked like a Viking. 

"It looks like there was rain recently," the dark haired man said, noticing the wet grass. 

"That seems to be the case. I wonder if there was more black lightning or not. We'll see," Riali told Arne. 

"Let's go and start investigating. Maybe we'll be able to find something," he further said as he started walking towards the nearby street. 

"This is very interesting," he said as he stopped on the street at the sight of a crater. 

He went down as he touched the crater that was already filled with water for the most part. 

" You think it might be because of the lightning?" Arne asked as he also noticed it. There was no similar crater nearby though. 

"Possible. But it feels like it happened only recently," Riali said, frowning. "The surface is still hot."

He stood up, patting his head as he looked around. People had just started coming out of their houses as the sky was clear now. 

Most of the citizens seemed worried. Some of them were talking to each other while the rest were looking at the sky. 

Arne and Riali approached the men to listen in on their conversation. 

"It happened again! Is it going to happen every day now? What is happening with our city? Why does black lightning fall here daily now? Is the god trying to punish us for something?"

"I'm just as confused. There shouldn't be rains at this time of the year, but they happened two days straight. This doesn't seem ordinary. I think this city isn't safe for us to live in anymore."

"What can we even do? We can't just abandon the city? Our livelihood is here."

"We can't die here either! Haven't you seen the craters in the city? They're the effects of the black lightning. How long do you think it will be before one such fall on our houses? We've been lucky that it hasn't already!"

"That's right. As long as we have our life, we have everything! We can't stay in the city!"

"I agree. I've decided to move."

"I'll move too."

"Me too!"

"But guys...."

"No! If you want to stay, then you can stay. I'm not putting my family and myself in danger!"

"That's right. We're leaving. It was good as long as it lasted, but now this city isn't for us."