Ascension of the Dark Seraph-Chapter 238: His Doings

Nerissa was sitting on a food stall—she was sitting with a half-eaten chocolate cake on the table.

It had been fifteen minutes and the others were still looking around the night market.

Mirel and Bakar in particular were the rowdiest, purchasing anything that looked remotely cool from a pocket knife to magical items and even something as random as action figures. Now, those two trailed off to game stalls.

As she put a spoonful into her mouth, humming at the overloading sweetness, she saw Leandra approaching.

"Have you found Lucivar yet?" She asked as she scooped another piece of the cake.

"No," Leandra sighed and sat down. "It's like he disappeared into thin air"

"Have you tried asking Ravenna? I'm sure she has marked Lucivar with her ability. She could certainly find him," Nerissa asked again without much thought, too focused on the chocolate cake. "Not that you need to. Lucivar will be back soon, anyway,"

"Ravenna has an ability like that?" Leandra asked, this was new for her.

"You didn't know?" Nerissa was flabbergasted but thought nothing of it. "That's a surprise"

Leandra frowned, she didn't realize she didn't know those around her that well.

Perhaps, it was her fault for being too cold to the others.

"Ravenna is nowhere to be seen too, so that's out of the option," She shook her head.

She wanted to ask more but Nerissa already shoved a spoon to her, "Here, try it out. It's really good,"

Nerissa wouldn't take no for an answer and put the spoon into her mouth.

"It's… good." Leandra praised in surprise.

Even though cakes seemed to be unfitting for tonight, this was surprisingly good.

Just then, Nerissa tapped Leandra's arm a couple of times, looking at a direction with wide eyes.

"Look!" She said, nudging her chin towards Leandra's behind. "There's Lucivar!"

Upon hearing this, Leandra instantly turned over her shoulder and saw Lucivar taking off a hoody and throwing it—into the bin. As he scanned the night market, his eyes met with Leandra's. Then, he made his way through the crowd to approach them.

"What are you guys doing?" He asked and looked at the cake. "Nerissa, you're eating again?"

Nerissa immediately dropped the spoon, puffed out her cheeks, and made an exaggerated huff.

"Is there something you want to say? Do I look like I gained weight?" She asked through pouted lips.

"Is it that time of the month?" Lucivar chuckled and sat down. "Why are you so sensitive?"

Finding Nerissa's puffed-up face comedic and quite frankly, adorable, Lucivar messed her hair before turning to Leandra—who seemed to have something she wanted to say to him, "What about you? What did you get?"

"I saw a few necklaces and bracelets along the way, you should check it out," He added.

But Leandra's face remained composed and even.

She didn't care about what he was saying.

"I'm going to check it out later—but now, speak about yourself first?" She raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Where did you go earlier? I'm sure you're not looking around the market since I've been searching for you all over and I can't find you anywhere,"

"Nature's call," Lucivar shrugged. "What do you even expect me to do here?"

"I don't know, that's what I'm asking," Leandra squinted suspiciously.

She was still convinced that Lucivar was about to do or had already done something.

And she was correct to think that.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Kyaaah!!"

Out of nowhere, chaos ensued—the mix of people arguing and screaming could be heard in the distance.

Nerissa and Leandra turned to the direction of the commotion and saw that people were stopping to look and then, before long, the crowd turned around and began to sprint as if they were being chased by the most vicious animal.

At the sight of this, Leandra turned to Lucivar.

She knew that he had done something, she knew that he was the one who caused this, but even so, the questions still slipped out of her mouth unconsciously, "Did you do this, Lucivar? What did you exactly do to them?"

"Me?" Lucivar asked with hurtful eyes as if he was the victim. "I didn't do anything"

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Ravenna landed near them when she heard the commotion.

"What's going on?" She asked, approaching them with wide steps.

"I think the night market is under attack, I can sense several Hybrids," Nerissa squinted her eyes.

"Under attack?" Ravenna was taken aback. "Aren't we in a developed city? Who would attack here?"

"I don't know but these Hybrids looked like thugs," Nerissa answered.

Lucivar stepped forward and walked past them, "Whoever they were, we need to do something and stop them. We can't let these thugs hurt or even kill these bystanders. Since we're in Sector 2, I don't think there are Hybrids here so it's up to us,"

"Come on, let's save them!" He added and leaped away.

However, instead of following them, the others were rooted in their spots.

"…"

"…"

Silence enveloped the three of them before they exchanged a meaningful look.

One question crossed their minds, who is he trying to fool?

Although each of them has their own view about Lucivar as a person, all three of them know—that he isn't someone who would be all heroic and good. Even if he would save these bystanders, he would be more excited for his own benefit, not because he wanted to save these people.

Seeing him acting like this confirmed their suspicions—this is definitely his work.

Ignoring what the others were thinking, Lucivar sprinted and reached the heart of the commotion.

Dozens of thugs were scattered around the main square, killing the bystanders left—and right and even looting the corpses from their valuables. Of course, the sight of them killing innocent people stirs nothing within him.

But then again, why would he need to feel anything? It was these bystanders' fault for being weak.

Had they been strong, they wouldn't get slaughtered like this.

However, he did feel excited as he now has a reason to slaughter these people.

'I can't kill anyone without being investigated and arrested by the Hybrid Association—but doesn't that mean I only need to create a situation where I wouldn't be blamed for killing?' Lucivar smirked inside, this was his plan all along, to create a situation where it was natural for him to kill.

Since the lives of the innocents were on the line, how could he not kill these thugs?

Heck, as a Hybrid, he would be accountable if he didn't kill the thugs.

Achieving this situation was also quite simple to do.

First, he needed a reason to go out, and holding a personal celebratory party for his entry into the South Hues Tournament—with his so-called 'friends' or 'family' was the perfect excuse. Since he was a very accomplished Academy Hunter and history with the overseer, Fabioa, he got the pass.

Secondly, he needed to force the Lincoln Gang, an infamous gang into committing a heinous act.

Massacring an entire night market full of innocent people would do the trick.

Of course, in order to do this, he needed to meet with the appropriate person.

Fortunately, with Angel under his wrap along with the twin, he could send a message to Zibbo.

Zibbo then set up this meeting where Lucivar could meet with Rudy directly and manipulate him.

From the experiment on Leandra, he was able to deduce that the Morality Constellation would last a bit over an hour. It wasn't long but long enough for this. Moreover, the emotional bleed this constellation inflicted helped him turn Rudy from careful and passive to reckless.

Believing that the authorities were the ones who caused his losses.

Believing that he needed to act—retaliate by killing a bunch of innocent people as a message.

In truth, Zibbo's gang wasn't killed by the authorities—Lucivar was the one who slaughtered them like pigs.

In reality, he was doing this for nothing but Lucivar's benefit.

Now, the fact that these thugs were attacking the night market was proof of his success.

Lucivar could barely contain his glee.

Seeing the thugs stabbing people brutally and ripping their heads off were signs of his success.

"Hey, you!"

Hearing a voice calling to him, Lucivar glanced over his shoulder and saw two thugs.

Both of them were wearing crooked smiles with a blood-stained steel baton in hand.

"Are you lost, kid?" One of them, a guy with a mohawk asked with a cackle. "What're you smiling at?"

"Did you leave your brain somewhere? Fuck you're smiling at," the other added savagely.

But Lucivar didn't answer them, he kept smiling at the thugs.

Irritated, the mohawked thug threw out an arm, blocking his companion. "I'll handle this."

Before he could take the first step towards Lucivar, his body froze when a sudden warm liquid drenched his entire body. For a second then, the mohawked man paused—his eyes gradually widening. Then, he turned to look at his friend.

Instead of seeing his friend, he saw another thing entirely.

What stood in his friend's place was a puddle of blood, brain matter, intestines, and blood.

Seeing this, the mohawked man's breath hitched as he took a step back.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Seconds ago, he didn't feel Lucivar channeling anything and he didn't even feel whatever reduced his friend to a mere puddle of blood and flesh, struck. But Lucivar did something, he cast something, but it was so fast that the mohawked man had no chance of perceiving it.

As he turned to look at Lucivar again, his expression turned pale.

Now, Lucivar's smile doesn't seem ridiculous—it became menacing instead.

"Come on then, aren't you going to handle me?" Lucivar asked as he pivoted his body around to face the mohawked man properly but he received no answer. He then tilted his head and in the blink of an eye, he was able to cut through the distance between them—and stood inches away from the mohawked man. "Where did all that bravado go? I'm right here,"

Staring into Lucivar's maniacal eyes, the mohawked man's pupils trembled.

He swallowed hard, wanting to answer but couldn't.

"No answer…?" Lucivar asked raspingly, paused for a moment, and sighed. "Alright then,"

Splash!

Brutally, he pierced his hand into the mohawked man's chest and ripped out his heart.

It happened in the blink of an eye and once Lucivar pulled out his hand, he was holding a beating heart.

Once the mohawked man crumpled to the ground, shocked—that he would die this way, Lucivar threw the beating heart to the side as if it was nothing. Then, he bent his body down and grabbed a beautiful golden sphere.

Storing it away inside his Inner Chamber, Lucivar turned his attention to the other thugs.

Then, he smacked his lips in delight, "Let's start our haul, shall we?"