Hello there! Welcome my friends to the next chapter of Light Bringer Stories: The Witcher.

Hope your going to enjoy it as much as I had writing it and now on to the review.

dragon rose 11: Funny you should ask, because this chapter has Geralt in it. It actually was suppose to be in chapter four, but it didn't pace well.

Now story time.

Deep in the forgotten parts of Velen, in the middle of the abandoned swamps laid a small village, where orphaned and unwanted children from nearby can villages find a roof over their heads and a bowl of warm food.

A horse came galloping up to the village, carrying a man wearing light black leather armor, a wolf shaped medallion hung from his neck and two swords on his back. Scars decorated his pale face, his hair was milk-white and eyes amber.

Stepping off his horse, the man saw a group children playing while an older woman looked on. Once she spotted the man, she quickly told the children to get inside.

"Who are you?" the woman said wearily once the children were out of sight, "What do you want?"

"Geralt of Rivia. Witcher." the man said with his deep, gruff voice, "I'm looking for a ashen-haired girl. I need to see the Witches of Crookback Bog."

"The Ladies of the Woods... They... They aren't here anymore." the woman said shaking her head, "Not after that man... no, that thing, came looking for a ashen-haired girl as well."

"Another looks for her?" Geralt said, "What did he look like?"

"Not a he, not a man, a thing." the woman said shaking her head again as if trying to shake off the thought, clearly traumatized by what she had witnessed, "A force of evil wearing the skin of a human being."

"What happened?" Geralt said repeated. His witcher training already kicked in, as he began to think of what kind of creature could be the cause of it.

Several weeks earlier, that day began with a cloudy morning, a fog had set in earlier that evening. It was from that thick, dark fog, that a man with golden ornate cane in hand appeared. Dressing himself in white, purple, gold and black, with the grace of a noble. Hair the color of platinum and eyes burning ambers.

Paying no attention to Gran or any of the children, he walked towards the center of the village as the air was filled with the familiar cackle of the Crones, also known as the Ladies of the Wood and the Witches of Crookback Bog.

Gran ushered the children inside, the door closing behind just as the three crones stepped out of the fog themselves to meet the stranger midway.

Of the three ghastly sisters, the Whispess was the most ancient, or at least so claimed the swamp dwellers' whispered legends. The Crone known as Brewess was the middle of the three demonic sisters in terms of age, but the first in terms of size. Though the youngest of the three Crones, the Weavess was not one jot less ugly or evil than her older sisters.

"...Well you look completely different." the tall blonde man muttered a hint of annoyance in his confident voice, "I am looking for the ashen-haired girl that arrived here."

"A handsome blunt one this is." the Whispess said, "We took so long to prepare. Perhaps he only like ashen-haired girls."

"She is of great interest to me." the man said trying to remain diplomatic but his distain was clear, "The one of Elder blood."

"The girl... Mousy blonde." Weavess said, "That's what they call it."

"Thin as a rail, terrified, exhausted." Brewess said, "She could barely stand, the poor thing."

"We cared for her as best we could." Whispess said, "Like she was our own daughter."

"Wasted affection." Brewess scoffed, "She proved a very naughty girl."

"Mischievous, stubborn and selfish." Weavess said waving her hand.

"That sounds nothing like Cirilla." the man said, shaking his head, "Tell me everything that happened."

"We knew someone special was to arrive. We read beast entrails, saw the omens. We would glimpse her likeness, a mirage in a puddle. She came from the lower swamp, we knew not at first if was her the omens had spoken of. A child of the Elder Blood. The Sown Seed that will burst into flame..."

When Ciri arrived in Velen, she found herself in the very heart of the notorious Crookback Bog. Exhausted, she sought shelter, but instead found herself in the clutches of three demonic sisters. Ciri quickly realized how poorly that name fit these bloodthirsty hags.

"Does she sleep?"

"Like a lamb."

"Come sisters, no point in dawdling. The table's set, the cauldron bubbles."

"We cannot! You know she is meant for Him!"

"Imlerith will get her, he will. But not whole."

"Well said. We'll just have a sample. I'll take her feet. Lovely, plump. Perfect for a broth."

Ciri escaped with her life by a hair's breadth, but still had a long and dangerous trek through the marshes ahead of her.

"You... You tried to kill her." the man said with low breath, "Butcher her like an animal and eat her."

"Her blood." Brewess said with a hint of dreaminess in her voice, "The taste brought back memories of our youth."

"Elder Blood. Extraordinary girl." Whispess said leaning forward, "But you know that."

"I do." the man said with a small nod of his head, "But you tried to kill her. I cannot forgive you for that."

"Waste of words." Weavess said.

But the handsome man let out a mirthless laugh, "I never introduced myself did I?" the blonde man said as his eyes began to glow red as he strode towards the Crones, "Nazywam się Lucifer Lux, de Gevallen Aartsengel, de Leuchtende, Stjarna morguns, Helvetin kuningas"

His handsome features burning, like paper burning and drifting away in the wind.

The last Gran saw before she herself turned away from the sight that traumatized her was a thick reptilian tail with a barbed tip, its skin made out of a combination of metal and dark red stone. She covered her ears as the screams of the Crones filled the air.

Back in the present, Gran was sitting down on a wooden bench, having told her story to Geralt. No creature came to mind that could fit this man. But what he did figure out as much, it was intelligent, it must be powerful to take on the three Crones, drive the Crones from their own village and live to tell the tale.

The fact that worried him the most, that this man, being or entity was hunting Ciri as well.

But for what purpose, be it for the Wild Hunt or for it's own unknown reasons, he did not know.

"Who could that monster be?" Geralt said to himself.

Lucifer Lux rose back to his feet, his features and eyes returning to normal as he stood in Whoreson's Mansion in Oxenfurt. He fixed up his white coat, removing the traces of blood from it, returning it back to it's pristine white color.

Whoreson Junior had turned into a husk of a human being, laying in a pool of his own blood, tears, piss and shit.

"Oh God... Oh God..." Whoreson muttered through the snot dripping from his nose, "Oh God... Oh God..."

"Yeah, good luck with that." Lucifer said dryly as he turned around, "Also, say hi for me, it's been a while." But before he went, he nicked himself the phylactery that Ciri wanted fixed and closed the door behind him.

Priscilla walked back towards the Kingfisher, having a feeling she was being followed but every time she turned around she couldn't find anyone.

Feeling save now that she was in the Kingfisher, she was surprised to hear that the inn was filled with people as soft piano music was filling the room. Up on the stage where she had been a few nights ago, sat Lucifer behind the piano, he was the one preforming the beautiful music.

"On the crest of the wave, on the point of the blade, it will carry me. My odyssey. On the drift of the wind, on the course of the kin. It will carry me, my odyssey." Lucifer began to sing along with his music, "And out across the sea. I will prowl for the wolves of war. The ocean it calls to me, gives me something to fight for. Follow in the footsteps, take a leap of faith and..."

He continued to play the soft and calm piano music, but hints of saddened and regrets become more pronounced in his masterfully played music.

"Ride with the wind, borne upon the turning tides! My fate will follow me, trials to begin. Out upon a world so wide, I face my odyssey!" Lucifer sang, "Winds on the ocean carry me! From the fading dawn of time! Winds on the ocean set me free! We will flow across the lines..."

Lucifer had stand up towards the end of the song, leaning on the piano as applause began to erupt in the Kingfisher, and an impressed by his vocal and music skills Priscilla joined in.

Later Lucifer was leaning against the bar, drinking a glass of passable whisky as he talked with the attractive blonde swiped her head around to see who had entered.

"They said you were gone." Lucifer said with a shrug referring to his surprise musical performance, "And I got bored waiting for you."

"I'm glad you did, you have a wonderful singing voice." Priscilla said honestly, "Ever thought about becoming a bard?"

"Not really. Never really enjoyed that class myself." Lucifer said taking another drink, "Though I wouldn't mind doing another performance, but only if you join me for a song."

"You got yourself a deal, Mr. Lux." she said half-joking, half-serious, "That song, it was about someone, wasn't it?"

"It's about a great warrior from ancient times named Kassandra, someone the Devil fell in love with." Lucifer said, a flash of sadness in his eyes, "To whom he could not bring himself to say those three little words, even though he very much felt them."

"I see..." Priscilla said, feeling the story behind the song was much more personal than the handsome blonde was letting on, "Perhaps one day you could tell that tale."

"Yeah... Maybe one day." Lucifer said before finishing his drink, "Anyway, I found Whoreson Junior. It seems he and Cirilla set out to steal Sigi's treasure for him. He promised to find someone who'd fix Cirilla's phylactery."

"I cannot believe she parleyed with the bastard!" Priscilla exclaimed, "Why, it's widely known how anybody who pacts with Wily ends."

"Something we agree on." Lucifer said, "But Whorson ended up wounding Ciri, just after he tortured someone named Dodo."

"Dodo? You mean Dudu?" Priscilla said, "Why? How is Dudu related to this in any way?"

"Dandelion got him involved to help Cirilla. But Dudu managed to escape, should be hiding." Lucifer said, looking out of the window, "But I'll need to go. Next time we'll meet... Let's hope I have Dandelion and we all can share a few rounds of whisky."

He turned to leave but when he reached the door he heard her say, "What of Wily?"

Opening the door, he gave her a glance over his shoulder, "He has been dealt with. Don't worry, I didn't kill him." Lucifer said turning around to hide his satisfied smirk, "But he's wishing I did."

Later that evening Lucifer was leaning against the wall next to the stairs leading to the bathhouse. The sound of bells could be heard in the distance as smoke was rising from the burning Witch Hunter's Outpost.

While the heat of the burning building was nothing compared to his former home, but the screams their leader Caleb Menge made when he showed him visions of Hell. Especially the cold frozen wasteland in the center of the Ninth Circle of Hell, where the Black Throne was located.

Those screams really reminded him of his former infernal prison.

He had a satisfied smirk on his face as he remembered the screams, he took a swing from his flask as he admired his work, he spotted a woman with hiding her features under a hood, though he could make out a few strains of red hair and a flash of green eyes.

"Evening." Lucifer said merrily and with a small wave, "Nice night for a stroll, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is." the woman said with a nod, "If you excuse me." and she continued to walk.

Lucifer watched her walk off until she turned a corner, "Must have been a sorceress." he muttered, with a shrug, having felt the energy of magic in her, "Seeing what the commotion was about."

A short time later, Potato came walking up to him, carrying a brown sack in her two small arms.

"Had any trouble?" Lucifer said pushing himself off the wall.

"Who do you think your talking to?" Potato said offended as she handed over the sack as he handed her the flask, "Did not know if you need head or crown so..."

Lucifer open it slightly to take a peak in the sack, "That is my Potato." he said, closing the sack and giving her a pat on the head as the small girl took a swing from the flask.

"So what we do now?" Potato said as she returned the flask.

"I'm going to talk with Dijkstra." Lucifer said walking down the stairs, "After that, we plan a break in."

Dijkstra came walking into the his officer, where he found Lucifer leaning against his desk, drinking from one of his glasses, a sack resting on his desk.

"Finally." Lucifer said relieved, "Some good fucking whisky."

"Glad your making yourself at home." Dijkstra said annoyed.

"Sigi!" Lucifer said cheerfully, raising his glass, "How is the ankle?"

"Good as new." Dijkstra said walking towards his desk, "Your a miracle worker, Luci." as Lucifer gestured towards the sack.

Loosening the rope, opening the sack and the former spymaster's eyes widen in surprise.

Inside was the head of Radovid V the Stern, crown and all. "Impossible." Dijkstra said looking from the contents of the sack to the man, who was smiling smugly as him, "How did you..."

"You asked me to kill Radovid, but telling you how I did wasn't part of the deal Sigi." Lucifer said taking another drink, "I already know where Dandelion is. Locked up on Temple Isle in a dungeon right under the temple. But here is the location of where Menge has hidden your treasure." he reached for his pocket and placed a key and a roll of parchment on the table.

"What?" Dijkstra said, "Then why would you..."

"Well, having the Chancellor of Redania owe me a few favors, I believe that could prove beneficial in the future." Lucifer said filling his own glass and a second one, "Wouldn't you agree?"

He held up one of the glasses offering it to Dijkstra, "Just... what are you Lucifer Lux?" he said to the smiling man.

"I already told you Sigismund." Lucifer said with a manic grin, "I'm the Devil."

Lucifer walked through the streets of Novigrad at night, lost in thought about the best way to break the bard out of the supposed impregnable prison. He turned a corner and into a alleyway seemingly missing the hooded man hiding in the shadows. As he passed he felt someone grab him from behind and press a cloth against his mouth and nose.

With a gesture of his hand, the man was thrown off him and onto his back. "Formaldehyde? Are you trying to kidnap me or something?" Lucifer said amused, "You must be that crazy serial killer I heard whispers about, Hubert Rejk?"

"How do you... No, it doesn't matter." Hubert said as he stood up, "If you know what I truly am, you would have run."

"Than what are you?" Lucifer said, his curiosity peaked.

"A vampire obviously." Hubert said smugly, "Higher of course."

"I have met Higher Vampires, in this World and others and you sir, are not one." Lucifer said with a roll of his eyes, "Though a vampire allying with the church of the Eternal Fire. I'll admit, I haven't heard that one before."

"My victims did not deserve to live. But their deaths could be a lesson to others. Awaken them, scare them onto the correct." Hubert said with an air of dramatic, "For you, I'm afraid it's too late. You are a man of little faith. I sense this. Even before you mocked the preacher..."

But Hubert was cut off when the blade of Paradise Lost suddenly pierced his chest.

"I did not ask for a motive rant." Lucifer said with disgust, having appeared close to Hubert and piercing his chest with his sword in a blink of an eye, "Your not God, Hubert. It is not for you to decide when someone should die." he removed his blade from Hubert's torso before throwing him on the ground.

Pressing his boot down, Lucifer forced him to look up at him with his own, shall we say magic. "And I'm correcting you, Hubert, before I send you to the fiery pits of Hell. I am not a man of little faith." and with a swift strike from his sword, Hubert's head was divorced from his neck.

"I'm a Devil of no faith." Lucifer said, swiping the blood of his sword and returning it to his cane.

That's the chapter, hope you enjoyed.

Just a few notes here: yes, the sorceress Lucifer saw outside Sigi's bathhouse was Triss. I did the scene were Lucifer traumatized Gran because I thought he was being written too much as a good guy.

So with Lucifer maybe one day telling the story of him and Kassandra, does that count as prequel baiting?

As for what Luci said to the Crones, here's a rough translation:

"I am Lucifer Lux, the Fallen Archangel, The Shining One, Star of Morning, King of Hell."

Also this line was cut from the encounter in the Bog but I thought it was too funny to not mention it.

"Don't worry children." Lucifer said. holding up his hands, "I'm only looking for the bitches of the bog."

"You look something like a bitch yourself." one of the children said, "You know that?"

Anyways many thanks to everyone who read, reviews, favorites or follows this, you beauties.

I hope you will join me next time. Still need to think of a sign of quote.