Chapter 2 is here! I'll answer your questions below, but here, have different POV's for Lucifer's Arrival.
The 'Underworld' is such a vast Dimension. It is where the Souls of the dead come after their mortal body falls.
And in a world where 7 Billion Humans exist, and just as many Supernatural races, you'd think it would be a mess, right?
After all, the Underworld can also be called 'Hell' for a reason.
But that couldn't be further from the truth - or rather, that used to be the truth.
Until a certain God of the Dead ate a Promegranate and became the King of Tartarus.
The Underworld in modern times was infact very organised, if not for the many, many, many line that built up far too often for a certain King's likings.
But that's not important, is it?
See, there was really only one afterlife for mortals: the Asphodel Meadows. A part of the Underworld for mortals that were not Heroically good, and not Villainously evil.
There were only a handful of mortals who made it to the Elysium Fields. And...a surprisingly bit more who made it to Tartarus, albeit at higher levels, as to not interact with the True Evil's of the world.
Like the Titans.
Like the Crooked One.
"..."
A grumble. A groan.
Many chains stabbed into flesh, and yet this one couldn't die. After all, nobody could stop Time. Only a few could even hope to delay it, but none like he.
None had patience like the youngest Son of Gaia. No God or Mortal had the intellect of a being who was surrounded by Seers, who had control over Humanities worst.
And then, This One's eyes opened, showcasing a certain shine that shouldn't be present in a being who had been tortured for Eons. And yet it still glowed.
Yet he smiled.
His Time was coming.
The Gods will Fall. After all, one had already, hadn't they? The 'Strongest God' had died...
"Fuuuuuuu..."
Breathing outwards, a hurricane devastated the seemingly endless lands of his prison.
Even though he, dismembered as he was, with his limbs scattered across Space. His head remained intact.
His mind, only growing stronger by the day.
It was then, that a shadow began to give rise to a figure. A man with a stature of 5'9, and who had an almost box-like mustache.
"M-Master...you called for me?"
The man spoke with a German accent, as he looked upwards at the lone skull of who was supposed to be his 'master'.
There was a long moment of silence. Minutes passed without any form of speech. Even the winds didn't make a sound.
And then...
"Adolf...my Time is near. The Golden Age shall be reborn."
Hitler's eyes widened, it took all he had to stay on his feet. But then...he nodded.
And saluted.
"Y-yes! I understand!"
"Heil Kronos!"
Deep inside Tartarus, beyond where the King of the Underworld's eyes could see. And beneath where the King of the Titan's was held captive...lay a sole woman.
In a room so small that the walls painfully pressed against her, and yet it allowed anybody but her to move freely, she was in a box, a small box. Her breath pushed against her own face.
This woman...she should've been one of the most beautiful women in the world.
She should be a person, that when beings talk about beauties like Aphrodite, they talk about her too.
...Of course, should've is the main word here.
This 'woman' now could only be seen as nothing but a shell of her former self.
Her face was sunken, with her cheekbones unnatural prominent. With bags so deep under her eyes...
Her void-black hair was a mess, falling all over her face, going into her eyes. It was overgrown like an abandoned garden.
And said eyes held no emotion, they were...dead.
As dead as she wishes she was.
Chains pierced her hands, binding her to an ironic, yet deeply sadistic Cross made of stone.
Similar spiked chains also covered her thighs and legs, forcefully spreading her legs.
And finally, on her head, sat a crown made of daggers, digging into her skull.
A woman once so beautiful...now a prisoner, destined to drain her Magic dry for an enemy she hates with all of her Soul.
What little Soul she has left.
Yet, even within these walls. Of which were so confined, almost suffocating her. For the first time since her capture, she felt...hope.
She felt an energy that was almost foreign to her senses, but how could she forget Him?
Him who fell from Heaven for her, Him who fought God to make sure nobody would suffer like she had.
Him...
"Lu...cifer...Lu-Lucifer! Luci! Luci! I'm here, I'm here...!"
She spoke for the first time in what felt like centuries...perhaps it was.
The woman thrashed against her constraints, not caring about how her blood sputtered out of her body, nor how the chains seemed to wrap tighter against her.
For she had Hope.
And Love was in her heart.
"Daddy! Daddy it's me! It's Lilith! Daddy please~! Save me! Save meee~!"
The Mother of Demons cried out to nothingness, the walls of Tartarus keeping her prayers silent.
But she didn't care. He was back, he was back! And that meant he would come eventually, in a few weeks, months. Maybe even years but she doesn't care!
He would come...he would, he had to.
A beautiful woman, wearing nothing but leaves to cover herself suddenly paused.
Her hand rested over a ripe strawberry, but that wasn't what caused her to freeze up out of nowhere.
She blinked again. That energy, that couldn't be right, could it?
It was impossible, but then again...
"An~!"
Tapping her lip, a beautiful smile couldn't help but cross itself across her full and pouty lips.
–God surely had a preference for Bimbo-like bodies apparently.–
This was amazing news to feel! She may not be a Mage, or a Warrior of any kind...but she's the First Woman! Designed by God himself!
Her natural abilities surpass that of even some Goddesses!
Which is why...
"Adam~! Do you feel that, do ya'~?"
The tall and busty blonde almost full on sprinted towards her husband, her hands waving in the air.
Her breasts bounced with every step, the leaves covering her working overtime to make sure she had even a shred of decency to show.
The First Man, however just rolled his eyes, poking an ant as he grumbled.
"Yeah yeah, he's back. So what? Is he gonna attack Heaven again? Oh no..."
Adam rolled his eyes, the 'man' looking, and acting, much more like a boy. Especially with how small he was compared to the taller woman.
Eve pouted, her arms falling around Adam's shoulders, touching his stomach as she rubbed his cheek with her own.
"Don't be such a meanie! You know he did that because of what He did to him!"
Adam just stared at her, his eyes emotionless...on the outside that is.
On the inside, he was trying his hardest not to get an erection.
Not for the thought of his insanely beautiful wife, but...
"I just don't see what you see in him. And why you keep breaking your Heavenly Virtue of Chastity for the Devil of all people!"
This time it was Eve who rolled her eyes, poking at Adam's cheek.
Again, and again.
"Hey! It's not my fault he's...so amazing! Maybe you could try getting involved next time we do it, instead of sitting in a corner?"
Adam's eyes shot open at that out-of-nowhere statement, his cheeks going nuclear as he thought about it.
–The leaves covering his crotch rose slightly at the thought of 'getting involved' with Lucifer–
The first real emotion he showed in a while as he covered his face with his arms.
"W-wha?! Me and...Lucifer-? No! No! You're- you're crazy, Eve!"
The First Woman only giggled in response, waving her hands.
Staring at an empty, dull-grey throne. A tall man with 12 Golden, Shining Wings coiled around his body couldn't help but sadly stare forward. Knowing that he would never sit there. He wasn't worthy.
He stood alone, just staring. His eyes perpetually taking on a sad look, no matter how hard he tried to look happy for his fellow Angelmen.
He did this every day, for hours at a time. No words would leave his lips, nothing except the sounds of his shuddering breaths. Almost as if he was freezing to death.
Nobody could hear his soft sobs.
When his Father died, he left no Heir. Even though everybody automatically assumed Michael would take the role of their new God.
But how could he? To do so would to sully his Father's good name. And he, as his Second and Favourite Son would never do that!
Not to mention, the Golden Throne would not accept Michael.
When he was younger, and God had died, the Three other Seraphs decided to practically force him onto the throne.
It was said 'Whosever sits on this throne, if they be worthy, shall possess the power of God'.
Needless to say, it appeared Michael just wasn't worthy?
It was at that point, hours into his depressive, almost comatose state of standing still, did he feel another presence, a hand holding on to his.
"Michael...how long are you going to continue harming yourself like this?"
A soft, angelic voice whispered into him, a face pressing itself onto his shoulder.
However, the Archangel didn't respond for a while, before he sighed, and furled his wings into his back, looking at his sister with sadness.
"I don't know, Gabriel. Perhaps never. Only Father can–"
"Huuuh?!"
Two things happened at once.
One.
God's Throne began glowing, the shine starting as nothing but a soft glare...before it rapidly began to expand.
The Holy power emanating from the Seat was so intense, for a second, the Archangels Michael and Gabriel could've sworn they could see their Father sat there!
And secondly...
"M-Michael...did you sense that?!"
Gabriel shouted, her hands covering her mouth, tears pricking at her eyes as their Father's throne dimmed once again. But it didn't return to it's grey colour.
It stayed glowing, just a little bit, but it was noticeable.
The man's eyes were wide, and...fearful?
"Yes. I- i don't know what to do. What would father do?"
Shaking her head, Gabriel looked at her brother with an unrecognisable look on her face.
"I don't know, Mikey. If...if he is really back, then- Oh Father, something must be horribly wrong if Lucifer is alive again!"
Twirling a pen around his fingers, as he leaned back against his chair- to the point that any normal man would fall, yet he still seemed to have complete control- a black haired man with blonde bangs sighed, staring at the paperwork infront of him.
Why did he have to do this? It was so boring!
He would much rather be working on his Artificial Sacres Gears. Although...aren't all Sacred Gears technically Artificial anyway?
Well most of them, some of them have Souls inside, something that the man just couldn't understand.
How did the old bastard do it?!
Gah, and now his mind was full of Sacred Gear equations and hypotheses. Hypothesi?
'Father, I know your dead. But seriously, what the fuck? Can't you like, give me an excuse to work on my Sacred Gear project agai–'
And that's when he felt it.
An energy unlike any other, and although it just barely brushed against his senses, he felt it.
He knew it.
How could he forget it?!
Falling off of his chair in his stupor, the man stared at the ceiling, a crazy smirk on his face as he laughed.
"Hahaha! You insane bastard, even Death couldn't stop you? Well, that's Lucifer for you, hahahaha!"
It was then, as the man was getting up, he noticed his door was open, that's strange. He wasn't expecting anybody this afternoon.
Who could–
"...Shit."
Vali Lucifer stood at the door, his eyes wide as he stared at his adoptive father.
I woke up with a start, why? Because...
"Hey, bastard! This is our turf, if you think you can sleep here rent free, your dead wrong!"
Getting woken up by being thrown to the ground isn't exactly fun. Especially 'cause I'm not a morning person.
...Ironic, right?
I couldn't help but groan, "Ugh, five more minutes please."
Sanding up as I put a hand to my head, I couldn't remember at all what got me put into this situation.
What was I doing last night that made me sleep out in the open?
And...why did it stink? I looked around, only to blink as I found a cold hard gun pressed between my eyes.
"Funny, a joker. Well I'm not fucking joking. Pay up, or the Morningstar will be the last thing you see."
Huh? What the fuck did that mean?
Ah, that doesn't care. This guy was threatening my life. Mine? Just who did he think he was...
"Not joking, were you? Because that is the funniest shit I've ever heard."
Before the 'gangsta' could reply, I'd gripped his wrist, twisting it as I got close up to his face.
What he saw, though, made his eyes widen, the man almost shat himself under my glare.
"Now, tell me...what is 'Morningstar'?"
I asked, because the way I saw it, this guy wasn't using the term as a name. Almost like it was...an organisation or something.
His whole body was shaking, and I ignored his screams.
"Y-you're the fucking Devil!"
He spat out, but it was more like drool as he struggled with the pain.
Just as I was about to press further. Possibly rip his hand off his body, haha.
...I felt something hit against me. No, go through me.
*BANG!*
-1,000 HP!
"Gr- AH!"
What...was that. A- a gun?
I growled, feeling a feral like instinct rushing my veins, like a dam had been broken inside of me.
As I turned around, pure adrenaline coursed through my body.
And I took a step forward.
What I saw was a shaking, scared, disgusting mess of a man. Pissing his pants like a little bitch.
"You dare...?!"
Walking forward with an almost Predatory like walk, I leaned down just a little bit, as the man took a step back, tripping over his own foot.
No, no no no...
I rushed forward with speed I didn't know I had, and I gripped his cheeks with one hand, my hand...strangely looking burnt, with black nails that dug into his skin.
And I stared into his eyes, and I saw it all. I saw his sins.
Murderer.
Rapist.
Abuser.
Child Manipulater...
This guy- he, he was the fucking Devil! He was...I don't even know what he is!
Somebody like him- he can't be human!
I could only watch in horror as he snapped the Boss's wrist like it was a twig- no, like it was ripping wet paper!
Wet fucking paper!
Shit, was today the day we were going to die!
Am I gonna die? I don't wanna! I don't...
I mean, look at his face! It's...horrible! I want to throw up, I want to cry. I want to-
His face was disgustingly burnt, with horns reaching upwards...all he needed was wings.
This guy wasn't the, admittedly quite handsome dude he was before!
But he can't stop a bullet can he? He's too focused on the Boss, it's like he forgot about the rest of us.
And so I shivered, aiming my Glock at his back.
"T-taste the Morningstar, motherfucker!"
*BANG!*
...
I shot him, I killed him. He was going to let go of the boss, and drop dead.
...
...
Why isn't he dead? Why–
"You dare...?!"
*FLAP!*
The guy turned around to face me, and I tell you man- his eyes, they were glowing! But that's not what I was focusing on...
He had wings, honest to God, fucking wings!
It looked like if an Angel's Wings had been singed off by a fucking flamethrower, though!
Fuckin' disgusting! It was so scary. I–
They were a dirty crimson, and looked burnt, then they curved, with two pointy bones jutting out on top.
...I felt a warm liquid drip down my leg.
"Look man, I'm- I'm sorry I didn– i di'nt- I'm sh-showwy!"
Not even being able to finish, he had gripped my cheek with one hand, lifting me into the air with a bloodlusted smirk.
With one fucking hand.
Oh God, oh God. I'm going to fucking die, I'm going to-
My life flashed before my eyes, and I couldn't squeeze my eyes shut, I was too fucking scared to do that.
Murderer. That's right, I killed so many people. I killed innocent men and women, and children just because I felt like it.
Rapist. Right before I killed people, I had fun with them. Why wouldn't I?! They were gonna be dead in a few minutes anyway, why not 'make my mark', y'know?! Hahaha-
Abuser...I hit my wife every night, didn't I? I even smacked around my children. And that's before the alcohol settled in.
Child Manipulater. I...I coerced little kids into having sex with me! My Kids.
I'm...oh God. Oh God I'm going to go to hell.
"P-pleashe...I don't wan'a die–"
SQUASH*
Blood, Gore and Brains splattered against my face as I squeezed as hard as I could against this scum's face.
And then, I turned around. My bloody grin still present, I was daring anybody else to try and-
Oh, they're all gone.
Hm, I wonder why~?
Huh. Well if that's the case, I suppose I can calm down a little bit.
Now, how am I supposed to wipe all of this gore off?
Closing my eyes in thought, I found my mind clashing with all sorts of thoughts. I tried to push past them.
Most of them were thoughts about the past, Past Lives. Lives that I'd lived before, that have merged.
I'd just woken up in an unfamiliar place, an unfamiliar world, even. I just need to-
Ah, that's it!
"[Cleanse Body]."
I spoke, clicking my fingers, and a pink magic washed over me for just a second, bathing me in it's strangely erotic energy before it disappeared, leaving me feeling just-so slightly refreshed.
Hm. That's interesting.
Okay, now that I don't need to worry about anybody calling the police on me about this gunk, I kicked the dead man's body beneath me.
He wasn't worthy of being Inventory material.
And then I raised a hand, closing my eyes as I felt an unnatural, but strangely instinctual power well up within me.
It was like I'd used this power for all of my life, but I also felt like I was just discovering it.
"[Holy Cremation]!"
I shouted, a burst of white and orange flames erupting from my palm and completely destroying the body beneath me, blood and all. And especially the brain matter.
All without leaving a mark on the pavement. Huh, I'm kind of amazing, aren't I?
But that begs the question.
Who am I? I mean, who am I truly?
One of those guys called me the Devil. And...I think they were right, but at the same time, that couldn't be the whole truth, it didn't feel complete?
So...who was I before, and who am I now?
[Did you hit your head on a rock or something? Or- ah, I see. I may have fucked up the Reincarnation process a little bit. Sorry! But it's your fault, really!]
I blinked at the box infront of me. Then I blinked again.
...And then it all came rushing back to me, I remembered.
This wasn't like when the system gave me nearly infinite knowledge on Gamer stories, flooding my mind with information.
This was my memories, and I remembered!
And- Oh God, I'm Lucifer Morningstar!
Okay, okay. Calm down. I've killed a guy, what am I so worried about- shit. I've killed a guy!
Wait...don't I get like, EXP or something?
[Oh, yeah. Do you want to see your rewards for killing that 'guy'?]
I would make a sarcastic remark, Chloe. But last time I did that you fucked my reincarnation, so...yes.
Yes, yes I would love to see my rewards.
[Good Boy~!]
You have killed [Random Morningstar Grunt]!
100 XP!
You have Leveled Up x1!
You have discovered the skill [Holy Cremation]!
Due to [Lucifer's Memories] , [Holy Cremation] is now Level MAX!
Due to experiencing immense rage, you have discovered the skill [Devil Form]!
Huh. I leveled up from that? That makes sense I guess.
But I'm more focused on [Lucifer's Memories] , why is it in a box, like it's a skill, or perk?
[That's because it is a Perk! Now, you won't get the entirety of Lucifer's Memories at once, you'll slowly 'unlock' useful Memories, and skills too.]
So...I won't get information overload?
I mean, that wouldn't be very nice to have, would it? Please say I won't–
[It's hard to say. It depends really, on the person you meet. But I'll try and suppress it for you!]
Thanks, Chloe. I mean it!
Now, enough with this sappy shit about the Old Lucifer. The New Lucifer is here, and he just Leveled Up!
"Status."
I uttered, and almost clapped my hands in glee as a large box appeared infront of my eyes.
Name: Lucifer Morningstar/Hêlēl/Samael
Age: 18
Level: 2 EXP: 0/100
Race: Super Human/Super Devil King/Super Fallen Archangel/Super Seraphim Archangel.
Title: The Gamer, The First Fallen, The First Angel, The First Devil, Morning Star, The Light Bringer, The Lightbearer, God of the Earth, God of this World, Prince of Darkness, God's Favourite Son... [Click to Expand!]
Class: None
Sub-Class: None
HP: 7,500 HPR: 22/s
MP: 15,000 MPR: 52/s
SP: 12,000 SPR: 32/s
STR: 50
AGI: 50
END: 50
VIT: 50
INT: 50
WIS: 50
CHA: 100
SEN: 50
LUK: 50
Stat Points: 10
...
STR: ONE PUUUUUUNCH! Strength is necessary for muscles to grow, but too much can turn somebody into nothing but a meat-head.
AGI: Agility, reflexes, dexterity, coordination, speed and accuracy. The Higher this is, the more your reactions will grow. And soon, you'll be like the Flash!
END: Your Endurance, raise this to raise your physical defence, though, this is only PHYSICAL...for now? 50 HP
VIT: Vitality is energy, it is your Life Force as it were. Think Magic as your mental power, and think Vitality your physical power! The stronger Vitality you have, the longer you live, and the more...'energetic' you will be~! 100 HP 5 HPR
INT: Intelligence is how 'smart' you are. But how can one stat encompass something so abstract? Well, Intelligence is a measure of your Memory, how well you are able to pick up new skills and knowledge and how you can apply that knowledge on paper. 200 MP
WIS: Wisdom – It is a word that is thrown around often. Sagely Wisdom, the Wisdom of an Old Man. But what is it? Well Wisdom is how well you can manipulate your surroundings to achieve what you want, it allows deeper insight into Social interactions, allows you to think abstractly to succeed in difficult situations. Wisdom let's you adapt to tough situations, and apply your Intelligence in a real world setting. 5 MPR
CHA: Charisma is the stat that embodies your physical attractiveness. From your voice, to your very presence itself. Use this to lead mighty warrior's with your heroicness, our lay down your bloodlust on the strongest of enemies...or simply lay your lust in another manner.
SEN: You're sensory abilities, Sight, Smell, Touch, Taste and Hearing. Of course, it also affects you're minor senses and bring forths brand new ones!
LUCK: Luck controls how many events will be in your favour, and governs the quality and frequency of favorable opportunities. Increases drop rates and rarity drops.
[I realised that since we skipped this bit last time. I would describe what each Stat does. I'm not that much of an ass to leave you in the dark like that.]
You? Not an ass? Okay.
But I don't really care at this point in time, I'm just staring at my stats with a massive smile on my face.
Though that smile quickly dimmed as I realised something. 50...wasn't all that much, was it?
[1 WIS for–]
Don't get smart with me, Chloe! What the hell is this about?
I'm Lucifer fucking Morningstar, I started a rebellion against God All-fucking-Mighty!, I invaded the Silver City–!
[You did fuck all. You are Lucifer's Reincarnation. Remember that. While you may have his name, and apparently his Pride, you have a lot to work for until you reach even the power of the Weakest of the New Satans. Much less Lucifer's true strength originally!]
...
You're- you're right.
Fuck, am I going to have some sort of chronic 'Holier than Thou' attitude from now on?
Gah, well...thanks, Chloe. I think I needed that Reality check.
No doubt is my Strength Superhuman right now, but Superhuman in a world where Heracles- no, not even that, in a world with Ddraig, Albion...Ophis! I'm nothing!
Superhuman might as well be 'ant' to them. Probably even less than that!
So I'll train? The Old Lucifer never really trained for a day in his life. He was just so gifted with Magic that he could pick shit like Shadow Magic up and near instantly master it.
Not to mention he was born with complete Mastery over the Holy Element.
...Fucking cheat.
But me? While yeah, I have his total Mastery over my current Magics, I don't have his experience.
Might means little compared to an Experienced Warrior.
Now, before I get to 'grinding' for Power, I need to establish myself in this world.
No doubt many, many beings have sensed my arrival. Michael being just one of them, but all I can hope for is that they don't know I'm here.
...Wherever here is.
[Yes, the Four Seraphs noticed your arrival, along with Azazel. Unfortunately that's the only people I know who sensed you. Fortunately, though, nobody can pinpoint your presence, so that's good!]
Hm, I guess it is.
But even with that, it means somebody out there, not associated with my brothers and sisters have noticed me.
Perhaps the Ourorboros? I shuddered at that thought. And then I realised that I knew Ophis from not only Old Lucifer's memories, but Michael's too.
Let me tell you, those two memories contrasted greatly.
Anyway, aside from that, I can't think of anyone who might've sensed me. Some of the higher Gods like Shiva?
Eh, I can't bring myself to care, really. So what if some beings sensed my arrival, it's not like a Great War will start because of me being here, right?
Hahaha...ha. Anyway, what I'm more curious about is a little special skill I noticed.
[Devil Form]? Now what exactly was-
"Ahh!"
Oh. Somebody walked into me, and fell over?
Well, I suppose 50 in END means Superhuman sturdiness, but alas, as a fine, and kind gentleman, I must help this fine lady up.
"My apologies, darling. The blame is on me. I saw you, and well...I just couldn't think any more."
I extended out a hand, putting on my most charming smile. This smile, that allowed me to bed some of Histories finest.
What? Who else did you think had that Affair with Cleopatra~?
And it seemed to work, as the woman's looked completely pissed off before she heard my voice, and looked up at me.
Bashfully holding my hand, I hoisted her up, pulling her just a bit too close to me. But not too close to be too weird, either.
"It's nothin'. Thanks...?"
I took a closer look at her, she had a nice tanned complex, with dreadlocks that reached down just a little past her neck, her forehead covered behind a purple headband, bandana...thing.
She was the type of girl you see that had piercings nearly everywhere. Her eyebrow, ears, nose, lips and...probably other places, too.
"Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar, and may I know the fine lady's name too?"
Of course, as I said my name. I expected the typical 'like the Devil?', to which I would respond with 'Yes, exactly~' or something like that.
What I didn't expect was for her tanned face to go almost a ghostly shade of white at hearing my last name.
I could tell she was on alert, a hand sneakily reaching to her side as she tried to get away.
"M-Morningstar? Shit. Look, I didn't know you...people were patrolling, I don't want trouble."
My brows knitted in confusion. She took offence to my last name, not the first.
And then those canon-fodder thugs earlier. They were talking about 'Morningstar' like it was there Gang name.
I just had to know what was going on, this wouldn't do well for my reputation with the ladies if everyone thinks I'm some sort of sick mob boss.
"Tell me Love. Just what is 'Morningstar', why was I attacked for just waking up outside earlier?"
She paused, and then after a long moment of staring blankly at me, with a bit of colour returning to her face.
A sigh would leave her pouty green lips- lipstick, obviously- and then she stared at me like I was insane.
"You seriously don't know? And you call yourself a Morningstar? Hah! Well...before you get killed for 'blasphemy' on their 'sacred' name. I'll tell you.
Morningstar is the most powerful Gang Syndicate in all of Steelport, and with this shitholes reputation? That's saying something. They deal with Illegal and Legal Gun Trade, but onto the more dirty shit?
The fuckers are Sex Traffickers, they kidnap girls as young as 4, beat them, drug them... and sell them as 'sex dolls' to the highest bidder. Jeffrey Epstein put a lot of money into them."
...Excuse me, they did fucking WHAT?!
Ufufu, a cliffhanger? Well I gues that means you'll have to tune in text time, huh?
And yes, this chapter has quite a few POV's, mainly because I felt like it would help set the scene if people knew who noticed Lucifer's Arrival.
And- again, yes. I full heartedly think that Hitler is one of Kronos's lackeys, and is definitely in one of the deepest levels of Tartarus.
Aaaanyway, onto answering a few questions.
1) Lucifer only has ONE Pair of Wings, whether that be his Fallen Wings, his Angel Wings or Devil Wings. This is NOT a sign of weakness, but just how he was created, as Lucifer was born as Second only to God himself, this kind of just makes sense. I can't see God having like 20 Wings, that's weird. Also, Lucifer's Wings are white as an Angel.
2) As you can see, Luci isn't as strong as his DxD self, and he CERTAINLY isn't as strong as DC Lucifer. This is an OP story, not a complete God story.
Lucifer's OPness will show in his ingenious use of Holy and Demonic Magic. Lots of beings in DxD- and mythology in general- tend to lean to Holy or Demonic tendencies, sooo...
3) Some people are confused why Luci didn't choose instant Godhood, and here's why. It's not that he can't grow as a God, it's the opposite. But he would be a rather weak God.
Not only that, but when I think Super Devils like Sirzechs and Ajuka, I think 'Broly', y'know? Born with immense power, able to grow in the middle of battle, and adapt to enemies out of their weight class.
Now when I think Divine, I think 'Goku'. Sure he can still grow, he'll still he a prodigy, but he won't grow as fast? His potential isn't as fast or as great. If you understand. I don't think I'm making sense.
and 4) Yes, he has Lucifers memories. HOWEVER, I want to make it feel natural. As if 'Old Lucifer' himself is remembering things. I don't want New Lucifer to know everything about Luci and then bend every girl over and say 'No God. Just Me' and then fuck them raw.
I want to do a more Human take, a natural flow where his memories feel like actual memories. Like he sees somebody like Michael and he knows straight away, 'he's my brother, I love him but we have had a massive falling out'.
Listen. It's 3 am and I don't know if this makes sense, AHH.
Finally, I'm thinking of making this story more Multi-Cross? Like I've added Saints Row elements in the form of Steelport and Morningstar.
But I'm thinking of incorporating a Percy Jackson-esque plot. I want some Greek God shit, because I've read Lore Olympus and I need it.
But I want it to be a natural Multi-Cross. Like say, if I wanted to cross with Marvel, I would add Kamar-Taj. A secret society of Mages. That makes sense in DxD.
What I wouldn't do, is add Ultron, or the Alien Invasions. See what I mean?
Anyway, please Review, its all that motivates me in these 3am writing sprees.