Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 86

Chapter 86: The Real Me Chapter 86: The Real Me It was the plan Lucivar had created on a whim.

He wanted to lure the proselytes and take them down so that he would have time to explore the dungeon-for himself.

Having the power of a five-star Neophyte rank Hybrid, he already reached enough strength to enter a yellow dungeon.

But to do that, he needed to take the proselytes first.

Lucivar knew that there was only one thing proselytes of a yellow dungeon would want.

All they wanted to do was to be stronger and stronger.

And the only way for them to become stronger is to kill someone with their own hands.

Knowing that fact, Lucivar decided to allow the people to be escorted to the church to pray.

Not because he was kind enough to help them but because they would be bait.

Lucivar wanted the proselytes to feed on the people in the church-as they were separated from the rest, easy targets.

His only obstruction was Leandra.

He planned to get Leandra to lower her guard for two days before making a move on the third day they were here.

Rushing it would only make Leandra suspicious, manipulation needs patience.

However, that plan changed when the doppelganger made its move again.

It made him decide to move on the second day which was tonight.

Along the way when the couple tripped and injured themselves-Lucivar caused that and he put a sliver of Loki strand into their bodies.

About a quarter-of a strand inside each of them without anyone realizing it.

He already put on the others too before going but the couple was the last.

Just the preparation alone cost him one and a quarter of strands.

From the class he attended back in the academy, he learned more about the proselytes.

About how they were attracted to vitality or life force and ether or energy.

Of course, the abundance of energy from Loki strand incites the proselytes watching them.

Once that was set, Lucivar pulled Leandra to the side.

He acted like a ‘love bird’ to give the proselytes the time to feed on the people inside.

All of that led him to this moment.

Lucivar looked at the two proselytes and saw a dark trail coming out of their chests.

Both dark trails hovered and connected to him.

It was a sight that made his grin spread wider, ‘Now you want to kill me, but it’s too late’ Judging from their appearance alone-these two proselytes were undoubtedly stronger than the proselytes, Lucivar had taken down before.

The proselyte on the left was a young man in his twenties, his arms were already muscly, veiny, and grotesque.

Even the skin on his arms was already pale blue.

On the right was a middle-aged man with a big belly, his right arm was a tentacle.

Looking at the fat proselyte, Lucivar squinted, “Let me guess, you must be the husband…” “Hmm?!” the fat proselyte frowned.

“What did you say to me?” “I say I don’t need the other one,” Lucivar tilted to the young proselyte with murderous intent.

Grabbing Leandra’s sword, he walked slowly towards the young proselyte-the sword in his hand began to gleam with a golden hue, as he coated it with his ether.

It even hummed with power as the glow settled.

“Stay away from me!

I’ll kill you and this city for the glory of the Ancient Ones!” “You and your Ancient Ones could suck on this blade” In an instant, Lucivar dashed and made a savage downswing-creating a steely sound.

Upon straightening his posture, the young proselyte’s eyes widened when he saw the upper part of his massive hand, which he used to intercept Lucivar’s attack slide off from its place, and before he could feel the pain, his upper face also began sliding off.

He tried to catch his face in panic but failed to do so as his body collapsed, dead.

Blood spurted like a fountain as Lucivar made another swing, cleaning the sword.

“You were right, a quarter is the right dose” He muttered to himself.

Just then, a serpent slithered from the back and to his shoulder, its tongue licking the air.

“Did you doubt my measurements?” “I don’t trust you the same as I don’t trust your Father” “That’s why you’re the Blessed Oracle, as expected” Earlier before this happened, he already tried asking the serpent about Loki strands.

Lucivar knew that one strand would make a proselyte insane-and transformed them into a gnarly creature-but he didn’t know what would happen if he gave lesser or more.

Because of that, he asked the serpent.

From the serpent, he learned that the strand is too much if given to another being.

Only those with strong bloodlines could endure the power of the strands.

So, for proselytes, the serpent explained, giving one strand-would make them go berserk, more than one would cause their bodies to explode, and less than one would cause them a unique effect akin to them being sick.

Despite his doubts, he decided to try it anyway and was rewarded for doing it.

Both of the proselytes were on the ground, coughing blood.

Glancing to the side, Lucivar could see the fat proselyte was trying to crawl away in vain.

Blood still poured out of his mouth and the pace of his crawl was even slower than a baby’s.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you,” Lucivar muttered as he approached the fat proselyte.

He then stepped on the proselyte’s back-and flipped him over.

“Did you check the other room?

Are you wondering why she’s not there?” Upon hearing this, the fat proselyte frowned in total confusion.

He expected the academy hunters to save Catherine who was chained in the other room but for Lucivar to know about him-and his relationship with Catherine, that’s not normal.

But his eyes then widened in realization, ‘Unless that bitch told him about me!’ Seeing his reaction, Lucivar smirked as he came to realize what had happened.

“Yes I won’t kill you because your wife would,” He whispered menacingly.

“Did you know how she begged me to kill you?

She even offered her body to me!

Hahah~!

Can you believe a nun said that?” “No, you didn’t!” the proselyte shouted from his blood-filled mouth.

“You didn’t touch her!” “Oh, still have strength in you fatso?” “She’s mine!” “Well, I’m here, right?

So that means I accepted the deal and I had to say…

It was delicious” “No!

No, no, no!!” Fueled by anger, the proselyte used its tentacle arm to strike Lucivar desperately.

His tentacle arm bulged with blue veins.

But that attack was squashed by Lucivar stabbing the sword down.

Hissing in pain, the proselyte glared at his tentacle arm and found it pinned to the floor.

He tried to force it out but the pain was too much for him to handle.

“Man, you stained me with your filthy blood” Lucivar complained, looking at his hands.

Just then, however, his ears picked up the sound of someone whimpering.

Lucivar frowned and looked at the corpses, he counted them-and realized that there were only five of them.

Realizing who the last one was, he smiled and turned to the altar where a boy crawled out.

It was the son of one of the women in the group.

Approaching the boy, Lucivar gestured for him to come down, “Come, it’s safe” “Mom told me to not trust a stranger” “Well, I’m not a stranger, am I?

I’m an academy hunter to save you” “But you killed that person, I saw it, you’re bad mister” Upon hearing this, Lucivar smiled gently despite his blood-stained face-and pointed to his behind, “That person I killed was the one, who killed your mother.

I killed him in the name of justice and also a sacrifice for the Blood God!” Listening to him, the boy’s eyes sparkled, “Really…?” “Yes, the Blood God would for sure bless me for doing this.

Give me your hand” He replied.

Gaining a little bit of trust, the boy hesitantly nodded and walked down.

He stretched his little hand towards Lucivar.

Lucivar gently grabbed the boy’s hand with both hands and began smearing it with blood, he took the blood on him-and smeared it all over the boy’s hand, “And with this, you would also gain the blessing of the Blood God as my accomplice…” A faint smile crossed the boy’s face as he wanted to gain the blessing too.

Now with the blood on his hands, he obtained it.

“Go and say goodbye to your mother, she’s in a better place now” Lucivar whispered.

“Lucivar!!”  Out of nowhere, Lucivar felt something gripped him tightly and threw him to the side.

Crash!

He slammed into the wall and bounced off of it.

Shaking his head out of the dizziness, he looked over his shoulder and was too late to react.

Leandra lifted him up and tackled him.

She put her elbow on his neck and pinned him to the wall, anger on her face.

“Did you use innocent lives to lure the proselytes?

I know you wanted to go to the dungeon as much as I am but this is crossing the line…

you’re going too far!” She screamed-putting more strength on her elbow.

Upon hearing this, Lucivar looked at her blankly for a couple of seconds.

He then struck Leandra’s elbow from below, freeing himself, before kicking her away.

Leandra crashed into multiple wooden pews, breaking them apart.

Recovering from the attack, she raised her gaze and glared at Lucivar who was still relaxed.

“Stop being dramatic, casualties are normal in a situation like this” “Normal?!

Normal if you try to save them but you fail!

Not like this!

You killed them!” Just as Leandra was about to strike again, she stopped when she heard crying.

Glancing to the side she saw the boy was weeping on his mother’s corpse.

He hugged his mother and cried profusely, the shock bloced his uncertain emotions earlier.

“Is it worth it?” Leandra, asked again, turning back to Lucivar.

“I am sure there are other ways to tackle this, to find the proselytes, your plan killed innocent lives!

We came here to save the people of this city, now look at what you did” Upon hearing this, Lucivar turned to look at the crying boy.

He cried his heart out, clutching onto his mother’s clothes in utter pain.

Lucivar had been doing bad things but this was the first time he saw the real consequence.

Naturally, the people he killed before, they have families that would mourn for them.

Seeing him becoming silent, Leandra added, “Do you see it now?

This is not right!” But as opposed to what she expected, the exact opposite happened.

“It’s worth it…” Lucivar mumbled lightly.

“I’m sure his mother would thank me for using her” Leandra’s eyes widened, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing, “What…?” ‘If the mother knew what I’m doing, she would be very thankful.

For her son, for the future-I am going to keep doing bad things-evil things and keep being evil to exploit the loophole of the world and become stronger until I attain what I want…

until karma is fixed’ ‘So that even innocent and good people could obtain good fortune’ ‘The world would have consumed her-and other good people sooner-or later until karma is fixed, so why not let it happen by my hand?

Why not consume them first?

if I achieved what I wanted, all of you would thank me’ Smiling to himself, Lucivar then said, “I don’t expect you to understand me, but this is good” “All of their deaths are going to a good cause,” He added.

He then slowly turned towards Leandra who was absolutely stunned and petrified.

His body is silhouetted by the moonlight that seeps from behind, highlighting his gold eyes.

“Congratulations, Leandra.

Now you see the new me…

the real me…” …

A/N: How was the story so far?

Too much or perfect?

Exciting or nah?