The night had fallen over the city like a velvet cloak, but Lucien Mordred stood on the balcony of his penthouse, gazing down at the chaotic pulse of New York with a calmness that seemed almost unnatural. Below, the city's streets hummed with life, its denizens oblivious to the dark force watching over them. And yet, within Lucien's chest, something ancient stirred, resonating with the very rhythms of the urban landscape. The System hummed in synchronization with him, a tool he had mastered almost instantly. But that was only the beginning.
Tonight, he would test his power—push the limits of his new reality—and prove that no one, mortal or immortal, could stand against him.
Lucien's fingers curled around the railing, and with a single thought, the world around him shifted. Urban Dominance activated, and the power grids of the city began to bend to his will. Electricity surged through the streets, lights flickering as they were drawn into the orbit of his command. With another thought, the traffic lights in the city aligned in his favor, creating a seamless flow through every intersection. He could feel the entire cityscape—its roads, its buildings, its very infrastructure—bowing to him, submitting to his control.
His eyes gleamed with malice as he reveled in the feeling of absolute power. It wasn't just the city that responded to him—it was the world. Lucien felt like the center of existence itself, the epicenter of an empire that stretched far beyond mere mortal comprehension.
A knock on the door interrupted his reverie. Without turning, Lucien waved a hand, and the door swung open. Serena Vance, his tech prodigy, entered the room, her eyes wide with awe as she took in the display of power.
"Everything is proceeding as planned," Serena reported, her voice steady but edged with a tinge of uncertainty. "You've already disrupted the financial markets, and the city's infrastructure is responding to your commands. But there's something strange going on—there's a pattern I can't quite figure out. Someone is trying to track your movements."
Lucien didn't need to think about it for long. His grip tightened around the air itself as the power of the Urban Dominance flooded his mind. The moment the words left Serena's mouth, the city's digital heartbeat shifted. Lucien accessed every server, every camera, every digital footprint that could have tracked his actions. He was everywhere, and no one could hide from his reach.
In an instant, he had located the source of the interference: a small group of hackers, embedded deep within the city's darkest corners. They were no more than a nuisance, desperate enough to challenge the might of the Devil himself. Lucien's lips curled into a smile, a wicked, terrifying thing.
"Let them try," Lucien murmured, his voice deep and cold. With a wave of his hand, the hacker's systems began to collapse. One by one, their data was shredded. Their devices exploded in a burst of fiery sparks, the digital trail vanishing into oblivion. The hackers never stood a chance.
Serena's eyes widened in disbelief, but Lucien's focus never wavered. He could feel their panic, their desperate attempts to fight back. But it was futile. He was not just a man; he was the embodiment of power, of dominion, of darkness itself.
"How many more will dare cross me?" he muttered under his breath. The answer was clear: None. No one would challenge him and survive.
Lucien turned back to the cityscape, watching the chaos unfold as the remnants of the hackers scrambled for cover. Their every move was now under his control, their every transaction monitored. But Lucien had no need for them anymore. He had made his point.
From this moment on, no one in New York—no one in any city he claimed—would be allowed to exist outside of his control. The mortal world, with its politics and its power struggles, had no place here.
"Serena," Lucien said, his voice icy and measured, "prepare the next phase. I'm taking this city. The world will follow, and they will bend to my will."
Serena swallowed, her loyalty unwavering but her fear growing. She had seen Lucien's power firsthand, and she knew there was no escaping him. Not now. Not ever.
"Understood," she whispered, her voice tinged with awe.
As she left the room, Lucien turned his gaze back to the city. Beneath him, New York was a glowing network of light and life—but it was nothing more than a playground for his ambitions. He would bring the entire world under his dominion, just as the System had promised. And once he had New York, no one would be safe. Not from him. Not from the Devil.
With a deep, satisfied breath, Lucien Mordred smiled.
The war had begun. And he was invincible.