Naturally, the guard wasn't really sure if Lucivar could be trusted.
Even though the allure of pinning Leandra under him was very tempting.
He was amongst the purple-haired woman—Leandra's group, so he might be coming here to give the guard a lesson for talking badly about one of their own. In fact, the guard suspected him for that exact reason.
Moreover, Lucivar could be blood-related with Leandra as far as the guard was concerned.
Seeing the doubt on the guard's face, Lucivar reached out of his pocket.
At the sight of him, reaching for his pocket—the other two guards instantly, reached for their weapons but Lucivar stopped, gesturing that he was not trying to do anything. He moved his hand a little bit slower and took out a purple item.
Upon seeing this item, however, the guard in conversation's eyes gleamed as he laughed.
"I knew it, she wore a purple panty too!" He mused in hubris.
Lucivar took out a purple panty from his pocket, displaying it clearly for the guard to see.
"She was a bitch who acted as if she was a young mistress when she's nothing but a burden, I hate her, and I'd really like to see her downfall," Lucivar explained, his expression turned into a vicious one. "Helping you do what you want to her is also me helping myself"
Donning a lecherous smile, the guard tried to reach for the purple panty.
But Lucivar pulled it away and shook his head.
"I came here so that you would help me, I can't have you being satisfied with only this, right?" He said—a light smirk playing on his lips. "So do you want my help or not? If you want to then come to the stables, I will be waiting there. If you don't show up in ten minutes—I'll leave and you will never get my help again"
After saying that, Lucivar simply stood up and turned around.
He stopped before he made his way to exit the inn, "Oh, also, take off your armor"
"I don't want any attention drawn toward me," He added before he made his exit calmly.
Even though the guard didn't follow him from behind, he had a triumphant smirk on his face.
Moments later he was already sitting inside a small stable beside the inn on hay bales in wait for the guard earlier, "Nobody aside from the couple behind the stable was around and I very much doubt those two would be aware of their surroundings. But still, I should made it quick"
On Lucivar's hand was a cutting-edge knife that he stole from Mirel.
Closing his eyes, he channeled his ether and tried to cover the entire knife with it.
Surprisingly enough, he was able to do that rather easily.
Upon opening his eyes again he saw that a very thin layer of ether taking the form of golden light was covering the blade of the knife. Even though they were wobbling—not gripping the blade firmly, it should be enough.
"I have the element of surprise but he's also a Hybrid, this is necessary," Lucivar muttered.
Since he enhanced the knife, his accumulated ether was depleted once again.
Nevertheless, he couldn't pass up the chance he was given.
Just then, he raised his head and looked ahead.
It hadn't been even two minutes and he already heard footsteps approaching the stable.
"He's impatient, that's good," Lucivar muttered as he saw through the cracks in the wooden walls that the guard was approaching, and he was not in his armor but a simple brown tunic instead.
Lucivar couldn't hide his smile anymore as he went over to the side.
On the other hand, the guard—a middle-aged man with short blonde hair rubbed both of his hands together in excitement, anticipating what was to come. He even power walks to reach Lucivar, the faster he is the faster he's going to get his hands on that beauty.
"I'll sleep on a warm bed tonight! She's going to warm it for me" He smacked his lips.
Entering the stable, he looked around, trying to find Lucivar.
Sweeping his eyes across the entire stable, he couldn't find Lucivar—he only found a couple of horses chewing on hay. He had rushed here to catch Lucivar before he changed his mind, but it seemed the guard was a tad too late.
"Damn it, I should've gone with him. Why am I hesitating anyway?!" He cursed aloud.
Hesitation made his chance of sleeping with a beauty slipped away.
Putting both of his hands on his waist in frustration, his eyes burned, with determination, "I'll find him tomorrow, he should still be here. Even if he changed his mind, I will force him to tell me what he knows to get that woman on my bed!"
As soon as he said that, however, a sudden chill prickled his skin.
Instinctively, he glanced to the left, sensing a presence standing right behind him.
A figure with glowing golden eyes loomed behind him and before he could react, a steel knife plunged into his neck, silencing his shout in a gurgle of blood. Despite the stab, the vitality of a Hybrid could not be underestimated.
He rolled forward, gasping, and turned to see the attacker.
Lucivar was the attacker, and he had already shut and locked the stable door behind him.
Fury surged in the guard's veins as he glared at Lucivar, his finger pointing ahead.
"You're a Hybrid!" He shouted in utter shock, but his expression tightened as he pressed and held his bleeding neck. "I should've known! You're doing this to pay back to me, you pathetic fool! Killing me will be your greatest mistake!"
Upon hearing this, Lucivar shook his head, "I didn't lie, I didn't come to you for payback"
"I did this because you're a suitable person for my experiment..." He added.
Lucivar rushed ahead, fixed on finishing the guard off before he made a ruckus.
Driven by sheer survival instinct, the guard's muscles swelled bigger as they were filled with ether—giving him the strength to deliver, a powerful kick to Lucivar's stomach—a desperate move to push him away.
Lucivar was sent crashing into a wooden pole from the force.
His crash startled the horse behind him into a panicked neigh.
Gritting his teeth, he raised his gaze with his hand holding his throbbing stomach.
"He's strong..." He mused inwardly, the strength of a Hybrid is not to be underestimated even in near death. Even then—Lucivar wasn't worried, watching the guard crawling to the back of the stable, "but he wouldn't last long."
From the cracks, the guard could see the couple outside of the stable, dwelling in lust.
Both ignored the world and focused on their intimate moment.
Seeing them, the guard tried to reach them, trying to get their attention but it was futile.
Lust is a powerful motivator, the desire to reproduce was the purpose of all living beings, a motivator that made humans—comparable to animals. Achieving it rewards anything—with pleasure beyond measure, and it was also the reason why the guard was here.
However, unlike the successful influence of lust, that bound the couple outside, the guard's lust guides him not to the ultimate pleasure, but to his end instead. He could only reach out his hand towards the couple as Lucivar approached from behind.
No scream came out of his mouth, only blood.
Lucivar then grabbed the knife from behind and pulled it across the guard's neck.
Blood splurted out to the wall, dangerously close to the couple.
But both didn't realize, too busy intertwining their tongues and groping each other's bodies.
On the other hand, Lucivar pulled the guard's corpse away and wiped his sweat.
As opposed to looking at the guard's corpse, his eyes were fixed on another thing beside the corpse. A sphere but unlike the golden sphere, he anticipated, this one was green, "I'm doing this to know how to get the gold sphere, but now I got a green one instead"
From the very start, he aimed to kill this guard to cross one of the two probabilities.
Killing a stronger opponent might give him the gold sphere, but it seemed that was not it.
Lucivar bent down intending to inspect the green sphere further but as soon as he touched it—it hummed ominously, the energy within trembling with malevolence. He could feel it from a simple touch.
Suddenly, the green energy surged into his body, and Lucivar collapsed to his knees.
His breaths were ragged and shallow as pain tore through his senses.
All of the pain he was feeling, radiated from his solar plexus, where his Supernatural Ego was located. His ether swelled rapidly—he could feel his body recovering all ether that it had lost, and even more—surpassing its usual limits.
Against such an overwhelming sensation, Lucivar could barely endure it.
It felt like the container of his ether was being overfilled and forced to stretch bigger.
He didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
Feeling this prompted Lucivar to quickly open his inner eyes and enter his Inner Chamber.
His ether was overflowing so he could open his inner eyes.
Soon, the familiar dark chamber greeted him.
But now the egg statue at its center was sizzling with the green energy.
"Just what is happening...? Do I have a different ether too?" Lucivar stared at it in confusion.
Even though the fact that the green energy was within his Inner Chamber, shows that it was also his ether, his ether should've been the golden light, not this green, evil energy, "But this energy feels familiar... this is the exact same energy that took me over back then"
Recalling the night when Delilah was killed, he realized that this energy was the same.
It was the same as back then.
In the next second, however, he shielded his eyes as a green shockwave erupted from the egg statue—shaking the entire chamber. When he looked forward again, he saw a glowing green line beginning to form on the ground, stretching from the egg statue towards a dark and shrouded statue to the left.
Lucivar fixed his eyes on the green line, snaking its way through the floor.
As this green line touched the statue, the dark clouds veiling it began to dissipate slowly.
Gazing upwards, Lucivar saw a horned helmet atop the statue's head being revealed.
He didn't recognize any bloodline for having a horned helmet like this.
Moreover, a written name at the base of the statue glowed in the same eerie green light.
Upon seeing this, Lucivar's heart pounded as he approached, desperate for clarity about his bloodline. As he reached close enough to read the name, a gasp, escaped his lips—he could not believe what he was seeing.
It was written in an unknown language but soon shifted to writings that he could understand.
Expecting to be a named Angel, he was in for a great surprise instead.
"No way, this statue is not an Angel... How can it be in my bloodline?" Lucivar muttered.
His eyes couldn't avert away from the name at the base of the statue.
A name that anybody practically knows.
"Loki the Sly One"