Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Just Want To Talk Chapter 221: Just Want To Talk It was Lucivar’s plan all along to have the situation end up like this.

Once he managed to get out of prison by blackmailing the director, he sent Sabrina to send a message to Thalia and Sabrina about this meeting.

He also told Angel to find a way to contact Julian and Ragnar, telling them the same message.

However, the written timestamp was different for each message.

Julian was told to come the earliest, then the twin, and finally-Ragnarr.

He needed them to come in this exact order to carry out the plan as he had envisioned.

Julian needed to be the one to arrive the earliest because Lucivar would share the situation to him.

For multiple days after coming back from Kalinan City, knowing that he needed to deal with his problem with the Feradith Family-Lucivar’s put his full focus on this matter.

Even before he made contact with the Crimson Wolf Clan, he was already fretting about a decision he needed to make.

Lucivar needed to choose between the Crimson Wolf Clan and the Feradith Family.

It was a hard decision.

He consistently contemplated which side was better.

Of course, considering that he has a problem with the Feradith Family-the answer should be clear.

The Crimson Wolf Clan should be the answer.

But, once they made contact with him, threatening to get them Elira-his decision was clear.

Instead of going with the Crimson Wolf Clan, he decided to choose the Feradith Family.

Finally deciding on which side to pick stemmed from multiple factors, it didn’t come to him naturally.

Creating a plan basically came down to risk assessment.

It was to make sure that he had the best possible chance to get on top in the end.

So he did exactly that, weighing the risks.

First of all, he has a history with the Feradith Family that he could still use.

Compared to the Crimson Wolf Clan whom he did not know personally, he knew Elira and Thalia who were important people.

Lucivar has invested a lot of his time and effort into those two, building some form of relationship with them.

It would be a waste not to use it.

Second, despite how it seemed, he didn’t have a direct problem with the Feradith Family.

As opposed to the family, he was having a problem with Callista instead.

She was the one who was aiming for him, not the Feradith Family itself.

Both Mirror Demon Hybrids who attacked him in Angel’s place showed that fact to him clearly.

Had he been facing the Feradith Family, which centered around Julian, the Hybrids-who would come after him wouldn’t be those two meager Hybrids.

Seeing how strong Julian was, no doubt about it, there were people in the Green Tempest Clan who were as strong as the old man, people who could kill him as easily as killing an ant.

Due to that logical narration, he couldn’t blatantly choose the Crimson Wolf Clan.

Third, Julian is stronger than Drake.

Lucivar has researched and asked around, attempting to gauge the pillar from each side.

Drake, the head of the Crimson Wolf Clan, and also a Werewolf Hybrid with a high purity bloodline, as strong as he was-he was still two stars below Julian.

Lucivar wanted to know about this because the weaker part, when things got ugly, would certainly look after themselves.

Picking the weaker side would mean taking a higher risk of being abandoned if things escalated.

After all, the weaker head wouldn’t win against the stronger head.

In that case, how could the weaker head protect him?

Simply put, the weaker head couldn’t.

Lastly, the fourth reason was a simple one-it was because Ragnar threatened him.

From the very start, he was already inclined to choose the Feradith Family because Ragnar threatened him with force.

Lucivar doesn’t operate well against threats, and he would make sure that anyone who tries doing that pays the price.

But he was still unsure, needing more validation to pick the Feradith Family.

However, as days passed, the answer became clearer and clearer.

And eventually, he picked the Feradith Family.

Of course, this wasn’t the initial plan.

Callista’s antics dramatically changed the situation and he needed to adjust.

But being imprisoned and tortured in that chamber gave a lot of time for Lucivar to contemplate.

‘Now, the plan is to trap Ragnar in here but he’s not here,’ Lucivar pondered inside with a smile before his eyes went to the dark trail that was connected to him right now, it came from outside of the basement.

‘Guess I’ll need to adjust again … Meanwhile, about a block away from the meeting point.

Crash!

Splash!

A man could be seen thrashing the entire room like a beast that was loose from its cage.

Snarling furiously, he swept the table clean in one violent motion, sending all kinds of things crashing to the floor cold floor.

A glass orb shattered against the stone, its magical glow flickering and dying like a strangled flame.

“How dare he?!” The man pulled on his hair in frustration.

“How dare he do this to me?!!” But he didn’t stop there.

His hands lashed out blindly, knocking over chairs, upending shelves-sending furniture flying across the room.

Not even the people he has inside with him were spared as he beat the living hell out of one in an attempt to blow his anger away.

Once he was done, his breaths came in ragged-his chest heaving with the same effort.

Despite the nagging feeling he felt, he wanted the night to go smoothly.

For once, he wanted the night to be his without much hassle but that didn’t happen.

Naturally, this man was Ragnar.

Seeing Ragnar this furious, amplified by the moonlight that seeped into the room from the window, the others in the room stiffened, shifting uncomfortably-some averting their gazes.

None dared to speak.

All of them understood.

All of them felt it.

Ragnar’s anger was mounting and if they dared to push a bit, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill them.

Anger from a Werewolf Hybrid wouldn’t be able to be easily contained once it was out.

Moments earlier, he had been watching everything through the magical screen, observing the old man’s left-eye vision.

His heart had pounded with anticipation-when Lucivar came into view, holding onto both Elira and Thalia.

It was real-Lucivar really managed to deliver exactly as he was told.

Now, with Elira in his hand, he could choke the Green Tempest Clan into submission easily.

And Drake, his Father would praise him for his efforts.

But then, disaster.

In an instant, everything unraveled.

A hand, swift and merciless-shot toward the old man’s eyes, and the screen went dark.

Ragnar didn’t see what happened properly, it happened too fast.

However, knowing that the old man was a Werewolf Hybrid, he expected the old man’s eye to heal and the magical screen would return.

At least, that is what he expected.

Regardless-he did send a couple of his men to check whether the old man was fine or not.

But even after more than ten minutes, the image didn’t return-It never did.

Now, the truth had arrived like a dagger to the gut.

Ragnar’s scouts had barely neared the area when they caught the thick scent of blood.

It was the old man’s blood and it was undeniable.

Not even daring to enter as something was obviously wrong, the scouts he sent came back and reported what they smelled to him.

And what happened after that was this, Ragnar thrashed the entire room as he deduced that Lucivar had turned on him.

And worse?

Somehow, somehow, he had taken down the old man.

Ragnar’s fingers curled into fists, his knuckles whitening as he suppressed his anger.

Finally, one of the people inside asked, “What should we do now?

Should we go back?” Hearing this, Ragnarr regulated his breath-although it did little to nothing in appeasing his anger.

But considering that he was dealing with a dead mentor and losing a massive opportunity to gain his Father’s attention, this was really calm of him.

Grabbing the edge of the table tightly, Ragnar contemplated for a moment.

In any case, he still needed to give out the orders on what to do next.

As the other people inside the room were waiting for his decision, they grew increasingly nervous.

Not because they wanted to get out of there fast but because they were afraid that Ragnar, guided by his anger, would instruct them to swarm the basement to avenge the old man.

Knowing that Lucivar has a trick up his sleeve that could kill the old man, they don’t want to find out or fight him.

It would be too dangerous to do so.

All they want right now is to go back and regroup.

Since Ragnar was still young and inexperienced, this was really probably to happen.

Surprisingly enough, compared to what they were all thinking, Ragnar made the right decision.

“Let’s go back for now,” He instructed and turned towards the others.

“Go down and prepare the cars” “Yes!” In unison, the others quickly went to work.

Once they all stepped out of the room, Ragnarr looked out of the window with a deep sigh, ‘Obviously, this Lucivar as I predicted is not simple.

His lack of panic back then showed that he was not normal.

What I don’t expect is for him to be more than even us to handle…’ “Just you wait, Lucivar…” Ragnar whispered a promise.

“I’ll do everything I can to tear you apart” Upon thinking that, Ragnarr shook his head and headed downstairs.

Moments later, he was standing in front of the apartment building he rented and waiting for the car.

Ragna’s mind churned, torn between how to handle this mess and how to explain the old man’s death to his Father.

He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples.

But before he could gather his thoughts, hurried footsteps pounded against the pavement.

One of his men sprinted toward him, urgency carved into his sweat-slicked face.

He was the lookout, tasked with keeping watch while the others brought the cars around.

“What’s wrong?” Ragnar asked, frowning.

As the man barely stopped before Ragnar, chest heaving, he bent down and held his knees tiredly.

“It’s him-that kid!” He said, words tumbling between gasps.

“Lucivar!

He’s coming straight to us!” Almost instantly, Ragnar’s brows snapped together.

‘Impossible…’ He thought in shock.

“He shouldn’t even know where we are!’ Just as he opened his mouth to demand confirmation, his eyes caught something.

From the corner of the street, a figure emerged.

Lucivar.

He has both wings out, glistening under the moonlight-and charged once he saw Ragnar.

Even from a distance, his wild grin that was stretched too wide-flicking out like a beast tasting blood could be seen.

His golden eyes gleamed, sharp and crazed, locking onto Ragnar with unsettling hunger as he laughed, “Ragnar!

Here doggy, doggy… I just want to talk!!

I’m not going to hurt you!!” Lucivar’s voice rang out, a taunt laced with unhinged delight.

“This lunatic… I can fucking tell he wanted to kill me!”