Chapter 11: Trouble!

"My sword." Lucifer said as he looked at the noteworthy item with sad eyes.

However, is it really a noteworthy item? No one would be able to see it as one if they didn't know better.

After all, the one that Lucifer called his sword was just a black stick.

It was just a long black stick that doesn't seem to have anything else on it.

It was also thin, and it didn't look strong. However, judging from how the sword could fit with the other treasures without breaking, it was probably sturdy somewhat.

However, the thin long black stick just didn't look anything special at all.

It looked...boring for it to be the sword of a being who could be one of the strongest demons existing right now.

"Pull." Lucifer said as he raised his arms towards the stick.

The stick then flew up staggeringly in the air as it went to find its way towards Lucifer's hand.

Tak!

The stick landed perfectly on Lucifer's hands.

"Was it affected by the years as well?" Lucifer said as he looked at the sword.

This long thin stick didn't match with what he remembered when he was still fighting out in the war.

However, Lucifer knew why it became like this.

After all, this was something that was connected to him and was something that could be considered his main weapon.

And that was because this sword and Lucifer had the Blood Pact.

Blood Pact.

At their young age, demons try to find the weapons they like and fit them the best.

They take their time in doing so as the weapons that they choose would be their weapons for their whole life.

And when they find the perfect one for them, a demon then goes under a Blood Pact with a weapon.

Anything that could be considered a weapon could go through the Blood Pact.

Even something that doesn't have consciousness could become a weapon of a demon.

And that is because of the blood that the demon offers to the weapon.

And now, this long thin black stick has the blood of Lucifer, the Archdemon of hell!

"Hmm. It isn't replying to me. Is it weakened as well?" Lucifer said as he swung the blade around.

The reason why this mighty sword looked so weak right now was because it was connected to its owner.

And the owner, Lucifer, was all bones and skinny right now. Of course, that is in terms of strength and powers.

Even though Lucifer displayed some amazing powers back there when he killed Loraine and the peasants, that was just because they were weak.

If Lucifer were to fight a demon stronger than them right now, the result might have been a little bit different.

That was why the sword was like this.

While Lucifer was looking at the sword intensely, he soon flipped it over.

And when he saw what he saw, his eyes immediately became wide as confusion became evident on his face.

"Wait, the eyes are closed!" Lucifer shouted as he raised the sword to his eye level.

The part of the stick that he was looking at was the surface of the stick.

And on the surface of the stick had something like an outline of an eye.

However, there were not only one or two eyes, but in total, there were ten eyes.

And all those eyes were closed.

Lucifer knew the meaning of the eyes being closed.

This stick is connected with Lucifer, and it can be said that the stick represents Lucifer in every way possible.

Every part of the stick is something that is connected or significant to Lucifer.

And these eyes that were closed were something crucial to Lucifer.

After all, these eyes only represented one thing.

Lucifer's powers!

"My powers are closed? What does this mean?"

Even with his knowledge from the past, Lucifer couldn't understand this at all.

This was the first time this happened to him, and what's more, he didn't really feel like his powers were closed or restrained or something like that.

He just felt like his body was just the problem, and he just had to make his body healthy, and he would be able to stand at the top once more.

That was why Lucifer could understand the stick being skinny and pitiful. But for the eyes to be closed...

It was nothing but insanity!

That was why Lucifer decided to test out his powers; the power representing the first eye.

"White Knight!" Lucifer shouted as he roused his mana, and his eyes shone white light.

However, as if he was a battery that wasn't charged, the light flickered once before going out.

However, that was not the only effect of the white light going out like that.

It affected Lucifer as he coughed up some blood as he bent his body forward.

"Kuh!" Lucifer groaned as he felt being electrified on his insides.

However, Lucifer didn't care about that as he quickly looked at his sword.

"I-it really is closed...Have my physical body affected my powers...my Authorities as well?"

Lucifer couldn't believe that his body would actually affect his powers.

However, it's not as if those eyes on the stick was only the powers that Lucifer had on his person.

A Hell God isn't a being that relies on only one trick, and that was why Lucifer was still fine.

The fact that his physical body actually affected his powers shook him more than expected.

After all, if that were affected, what else would be affected?

His sword skills? His mana and magic skills? His abilities? His Authorities?

Whatever the case, Lucifer was in deep shit right now.

If all of his powers, abilities, Authorities, the strength that made him a Hell God were affected because of the state of his physical body, Lucifer was sure of something.

"This situation is bad."

This situation is bad. That was the only thing Lucifer could think of as he imagined how strong he actually was right now.

"I might be fucked if I go out in the open right now..."