Hello there! Welcome legends 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 review time.
dragon rose 11: Glad you like it.
sirleirbag: It was pretty much my reaction after watching Nightmare Of the Wolf (Hadn't seen any trailer or what it was about). I'm gonna be honest I did based Lucifer and Michael a bit after Dante and Vergil. With the entire Omniverse traveling Lucifer has done, there is a big chance he did have run into Dante, yeah I can see them being friends. This gave me an idea.
Guest: Lucifer and Phil is going to be a bit difficult with how the story is going now. Happy you like Uri. I can see the potential.
AnimeA55Kicker: That's exactly how I imagine my Lucifer sounding. Yeah, while based on that Lucifer, I pulled a bit from the comics and add my own things. I did not know that, but I wouldn't put it past Lucifer to open a portal and just push a piano of his own through it. Especially if those witchers are Geralt, Lambert and Eskel.
Now story time, also Lemon warning.
Once a rich and vibrant village, but today Lofoten is a ravaged and crumbling ruin after the attack by the Wild Hunt. As Lucifer and Yennefer entered the ruined village, the blonde Devil noticed that the few people that remained had some sort of gathering.
"Guess we found the place. I think they are preforming some sort of rite for the departed." Lucifer said looking around, "Oh, well. No time like the present."
"I like the way you think." Yennefer said approvingly as they walked up to the villagers.
"Dear sisters..." the sorceress began once they stood at the remaining villagers, which where all elderly woman, much to Lucifer's disappointment, "Pardon the interruption, but we've an important matter to discuss."
"Can you not see we're commemorating the dead?" one of them said, rather rudely, "So..."
"So they are not going anywhere." Lucifer said, interrupting the woman, "We are looking for information on someone who is still among the living. A young woman, named Cirilla. Ashen hair, green eyes you could get..."
"I'm sorry. But she is not here." a priestess said, interrupting him in turn, "Unless she lies in a grave... That is, I do not recall one by that name, but I've buried so many... I may have forgotten."
"This... This Cirilla..." another woman spoke up, "Has she a scar? Here, on her cheek?" she gestured to her own face.
"Yes, a average rugged scar." Lucifer commented with a hint of pride in his voice, "Possibly healed by a very charismatic, and talented Devil."
"What happened to her?" Yennefer said ignoring Lucifer's transparent boast about himself.
"Don't know. Saw her but for a moment, right before... Before it all." the old woman said sorrowfully, "She was in the stables with... Craven."
"A thousand curses upon him." another woman said, her tone dripping with venom.
"What the bloody hell did this Craven do?" Lucifer said slightly surprised at her tone when she mentioned this man.
"He was completely exiled by the elders." the woman said, the anger in her voice clear, "He fled from the Wild Hunt! He alone!"
"Well I don't give a much about your customs, traditions and bla, bla bla." Lucifer said impatiently, "Where is he now? Me and the lady here have some questions for him."
"You've come too late. He went to the garden, to fight Morkvarg. A monster that keeps coming back from the dead by the curse laid upon him." the priestess said as she gave the two a serious look over, "I understand you intend to enter the garden. I dislike it when foreigners enter the sacred grounds... But so be it."
"That's what my dad said about his Garden." Lucifer said with a smug smile, remembering a certain woman from back then.
"Custom demands the pilgrims make an offering of their own blood before the tree." the priestess said, "Craven surely did so, unless he lacked not only courage but respect for Freya as well."
"You needn't worry about us." Yennefer said, assuring the priestess, "Lucifer and I always give the gods the respect they are due."
Lucifer could help but chuckle at the sheer irony of what Yennefer had just claimed about him.
Thanking the women, the duo walked past the ruined buildings in the direction of Freya's Garden. As Lucifer and Yennefer where about to leave the village, he turned his head in the direction of the building they had passed. He felt a strong sense of magic hanging in the air around that place.
"Just a moment." Lucifer said with his curiosity peaked.
Removing some debris that was blocking the door with a simple gesture of his hand, Lucifer cleared more ruble until he could make out what sort of room this had been. Going by from what he saw, they were in what appeared to have once been the village sauna.
"What are we doing here?" Yennefer said impatiently.
But Lucifer ignored her as he raised his hand, he snapped his fingers just like he had done in the forest. The sound echoing through the ruined sauna as projections, looking just like the real thing but see through and their outlines giving off a faint glow.
It was of three woman, two of them naked, but the third had her chest covered in bandages and was still dressed in white underwear. But all three of them seemed to be enjoying the hear that had been in the sauna.
"Impressive." Yennefer said, he wasn't exaggerate how powerful his magic was. This strange and eccentric young man seemed to intrest her more and more. But he wasn't listening to her. All his attention was undividedly drawn to someone the sorceress was familiar with as well.
Lucifer's attention was directed towards the echo of her adopted daughter.
"...This? No..." Ciri said sitting in the sauna, her voice rippling with an echo, "It's a tattoo."
"So it is. A red rose..." a young woman named Astrid said, "It mean anythin'?"
"It's a souvenir..." Ciri said a bit hesitant, looking down to the floor, "Of someone special who's dead now."
"I picture it already." Astrid said dreamily, "You were promised to a handsome lad. He gave you a red rose before sailing off, but the cruel sea swallowed him."
"Close." she muttered.
"Eeh, child." the mother said, "Those bards've stuffed your head with their foolish romances."
Lucifer didn't listen to the next part, he kneeled down until he was on eye level with the projection of Ciri. Even if the faint green eyes were a bad imitation of the real ones, he couldn't help but lose himself trying to soak in every little detail.
"Ship?" Ciri said confused.
"We fished you outta the sea." Astrid's Mum said, "We thought you were in a shipwreck."
"Yes, my ship..." Ciri said quickly, happy for an excuse, "We set sail from Novigrad. I'm here looking for someone."
"Not your betrothed, I hope." Astrid said interested, "It'd break Skjall's heart. He's head over heels for you, girl. Sat at your bedside all the day, starin' like you was painted by a master."
"That she is." Lucifer muttered softly with a faint smile.
"Now the milk's spilt." Astrid said eager, "Do you fancy Skjall?"
"Well... he seems nice." Ciri said a bit unsure, "But there already is a man I'm in love with..."
"Oh tell." Astrid said getting more interested and excited, "Details! What's he like."
Ciri got a small grin on her face, turning towards the smelterig coals as she reminisced, "He's vain, smug, has a hard time thinking of anything outside of his own personal problems, favours to pay evil unto evil and is often very self-centered... but deep down he is actually an incredibly kind man. It helps that he is easy on the eyes."
The projections disappeared as Lucifer kept staring at the now empty spot where Ciri had sat, feeling a mixture of emotions about what she said.
"Lucifer?"
He turned around with a surprised look, he seemed to have forgotten that Yennefer was still with him, who was looking down at him with her purple eyes.
"Well this proves it. She was here." Lucifer said, as he stood up, "Though your guess is as good as mine who this man is she is in love with..."
A short time later after leaving the village behind, Lucifer and Yennefer tracked through the cold forest on the Isle, walking along the path until they found themselves at a ancient wall surrounding their destination. The two walked up the cracked and broken stairs leading to Freya's Garden.
"So..." Lucifer said as he glanced around, "What do you know of this place?"
"Let me think..." Yennefer said as the duo came to a stop in front of the locked gate of Freya's Garden, "That it's dreadfully overgrown. What do you know?"
"I agree, they should hire a gardener." Lucifer said peeking through the gate, "I know that Freya likes ass to mouth. And she prefers the downwards dog, having her face buried in the pillow..."
But their discussion was broken when they heard the snarling of a beast nearby. Looking further through the gate, they saw a large humanoid wolf like creature. It could say it was a werewolf in this World. It had patches of fur missing, scars and other wounds covered it's body as he seemed to be severely malnourished.
"A shite... just one morsel..." it snarled painfully, "One piece... a crumb... food, food..." it growled again before wandering deeper into the garden.
"Guess we found Morkvarg." Lucifer said before breaking the lock of the Garden by crushing it with his hand. The gate swung open as the broken lock hit the stone floor and they entered, "He was turned into a resurrective werewolf and it seems the curse prevents him from leaving the garden. Seem he can't really cut the wolf loose."
"No question he is top dog here." Yennefer said with a slight smile.
"Dear goodness, that was horrible. I approve." Lucifer said with a smirk of his own as he led the way through rows of flowers covering the unkept garden.
Walking up two more flights of stairs made of cracked stone, they walked up to a platform where a large tree was located at the heart of the Garden. They where about to walk past it when suddenly Lucifer held out his hand to stop Yennefer.
"Can you see it?" he said, pointing towards the tree, "He kneeled down on one knee and cut himself. Seems Craven or whatever he is called, left a blood offering."
"No..." Yennefer said dryly, "I may be inhumanly beautiful, but I don't have superhuman senses. Not like you apparently."
"I'm a Devil of many talents. Though I have to admit, inhumanly doesn't do your beauty justice, m'lady." Lucifer said with a smirk, "I would even dare to claim that you would be considered the second most beautiful thing in this very garden."
"And what would be number one?" Yennefer said with her arms on her hips, "You?"
"Who else!" he said proudly.
"I knew you would turn it into a joke about how hot you are." she said, annoyed that she already knew the answer.
"But it's not a joke, lady Yennefer. I'm a legit snack." Lucifer said gaining a large grin, "Well then, since I apparently have superhuman senses, I will go have a look around."
"Fine." Yennefer said, "If anything happens, I can cast spells from here."
"Oh, I feel so much saver with you watching my back." Lucifer said dryly as he looked over his shoulder to look at the sorceress, "I won't be long."
Lucifer was making his way through the overgrown garden, the dirt was already staining his boots. Drawing power from the blood on Freya's Tree, he was tracing down to were this Craven could be. But he suddenly came to a stop, when he heard snarling and growling behind him. Turning around, he came eye-to-eye with the malnourished werewolf trapped in this Garden.
"Hello fido." Lucifer said with a smirk.
"You wish to hear a story?" the Werewolf snarled with its haggard breath
"No." Lucifer said before the enraged werewolf charged at him. In a split second, Lucifer slashes in the direction of Morkvarg leaving a large trail of blue energy behind as he turned around.
Sheeting Paradise Lost back in his cane, Morkvarg passed into the energy, which exploded to slice the werewolf in two, sending both halves flying through a nearby tree.
Feeling that the werewolf was not worth any more attention, Lucifer returned to what he was doing before. Breaking the door, he made his way down into the cavern underneath the large tree, where in the darkness, hidden beneath a pile of rocks, he spotted a slouched over young man, wounded and seemingly crying.
"Hello!" Lucifer shouted, starling the dying man, "I'm looking for a Craven of Lofoten? Do you know him or are you perhaps him?"
"N-No..." the young man said, "I have a name... S-Skjall. My name is Skjall!"
"Well then your of no use to me." Lucifer said annoyed as he was about to continue his search.
"N-No! W-wait! Don't leave me." Skjall said quickly, "I am Skjall, but my village, Lofoten cast me out."
"Ah, so you are Craven then. Why didn't you say so!" Lucifer said, with a snap of his finger, Skjall began to float, "Come on, we have a few questions for you and we shouldn't keep a beauty like Yennefer waiting."
Dropping him down at the roots of the tree, not particularly caring if it was a soft landing. Skjall held his stomach as Lucifer and Yennefer looked down at him.
"So Skjall, if that's your real name." Lucifer said with his hands resting on top of his cane, "Where is Cirilla. Ashen hair, green eyes, sexy scar on her cheek. You have seen her."
"S-She..." Skjall said before letting out a painful cough, "She is why t-they cursed me..."
"I don't care about that!" Yennefer said impatiently, "What happened to her? What was she doing here? Speak!"
"S-she f-fell..." Skjall managed to get out, "Almost drowned..."
Ciri had made a dramatic entrance, popping out of thin air in a narrow escape from some unknown danger. Exhausted and wounded, she was carried by a mysterious companion who then entrusted her into Craven's care.
He took her home, where his family tended to her with warmth and kindness.
For the first time since she left Morning Star, Ciri had a moment to catch her breath and enjoy life's simple comforts.
Sadly, she was not given long to savor these blissful moments.
The Wild Hunt had caught Ciri's scent. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, puddles began to ice over and the ruthless wraiths rode towards the village. Ciri knew she was in no shape to defeat her assailants.
Craven, or rather Skjall, for that was the unfortunate lad's true name, decided to help her, putting his own life and honor at risk.
Ciri raced off to Drowned Dead Rock, where she rejoined her masked companion. From what Skjall could see the two got into some sort of quarrel, which the mysterious man ended by putting Ciri to sleep with a spell. He then set her down in a boat and sailed off with her into the thick fog blanketing the surrounding sea.
Ciri had thus escaped the Wild Hunt once again. Skjall was less fortunate.
The wraiths had wounded him and left him for dead. Yet he had life in him still and fought his way back to consciousness. When his eyes opened, he saw he was lying on the beach near a boat - the very same vessel in which Ciri and her companion had sailed away the night before. Now it bore but a single, highly unusual passenger...
The ugliest man in the world.
"What became of that creature!?" Yennefer yelled in anger born of worry, "Where is he!?"
"I-I saw him at d-donars..." Skjall said, "But h-h-he s-sold h-him."
"To whom!" Yennefer yelled.
"D-Don't k-now!" the dying young man said as he spit out his own blood.
Lucifer looked at the pitiful, wounded form of Skjall, the young man had not much time left in this realm. Soon he will be departing.
"...Skjall, you were very brave to save Cirilla and you should be rewarded." Lucifer said kneeling down so he was on eye level with him, "My little sister is coming for you, no stopping that now. But I'm a Psychopomp, meaning I get to decide the final destination of any being that I kill. So tell me, which afterlife you wish to go to?"
"I... I just d-don't want to die in shame..." Skjall said as his life ebbed away.
"Your honor has been restored." Lucifer said, drawing his blade. With a quick motion, Lucifer stabbed him through the chest, finally putting Skjall out of his misery.
Lucifer hung his head low , as he listened to the rustling of leaves in the wind until the voice of Yennefer reached him, "Lucifer, we need to discuss what Skjall has told us."
"You go ahead, I'll meet you back at Kaer Trolde." Lucifer said as he stood up and sheeting his weapon, "There is something I need to do."
It was a short time later, the sun was going down over a hill overlooking the sea. Lucifer stood over a freshly dug grave, a headstone made of a particular large rock at it's head.
The tombstone read: 'Here lies Skjall of Lofoten, a misunderstood hero'.
Lucifer gave a last thought to the young man who was willing to give his life for Ciri. Even though he didn't like the idea of someone liking Ciri like that, even he admitted that though it was completely stupid, what he did took some form of courage and if nothing else, the young man had taste in women.
"What are ya doing!"
He turned around in the direction of the voice, it was three survivors from Lofoten. "Burying Skjall." Lucifer said turning back to the grave.
"Buryin Craven?" a man said insulted, "You defy the writ of the elders."
"I lack the respect nor do I have the patients to deal with your outdated traditions." Lucifer said as he looked at the headstone.
"Begone, leave this place." the man ordered, taking a step closer, "You defile our laws!"
"Craven's place is in the ditch." a woman shrieked.
"STOP! His name is Skjall!" Lucifer shouted back as he turned around, unwittingly unleashing a fraction of his power, which was enough to send the three people flying to the ground.
"I know punishment, and he did not deserve that. He saved all your lives!" Lucifer said his voice becoming louder with each word coming out of his mouth, "Like a good little sheep, he followed your stupid rules and it still wasn't good enough!"
Under his power the entire island began to shake, creating large waves in the nearby ocean, "So what does it take to please You? Break Your rules and you fall! Follow them and you still lose!?" Lucifer shouted, "Doesn't matter whether you're a sinner! Doesn't matter whether you're a saint! Nobody can win, so what's the point? What's the bloody point!?"
Lucifer was suddenly taken aback, it was then that he realized that his rant has moved away from his anger at the injustice directed at Skjall and towards another issue all together.
"You all should be ashamed of yourselves." Lucifer said after he collected himself, before he turned around to leave.
Night had fallen as Lucifer was sitting inside the room Yennefer was renting at the inn down in the small village at Kaer Trolde. He was lost in thought as he stared into the handsome fire that was roaring in the fire place.
He couldn't understand why he got as angry as he did. Sure it was an injustice, something he can't stand but nothing unusual, it was something he saw everyday, nothing special. Yet he wondered why it affected him so much as it did, and why he suddenly burst in an angry rant towards his father.
Lucifer thought he had dealt with his issues, but somehow they had returned, or maybe, and he tried to convince himself it wasn't true, he had never resolved them at all.
"Lucifer."
The voice Yennefer finally reached him, forcing him out of his thoughts. As agreed they had discussed what they had learned and shared information the other had gathered.
But they hadn't gotten any closer to finding Ciri or where she could be now, and Lucifer was running out of options.
The conversation had turned away from Ciri, the discussing having gone in circles a few times. So now they were discussing magical theory, and how the Angel Hierarchy. As far as Yennefer actually believed Lucifer to be the actual Devil, which he doubted she did.
Which he had gotten used to over the years. He has always been pretty open about who and what he really is, for all the good it does. The closest 'The Prince of Lies' ever gets is the occasional evasiveness and a few technical truths.
"So your twin brother, Michael." Yennefer said, "Is the commander of Heaven?"
"Much less handsome twin." Lucifer corrected her, "And commander of Heaven's army."
"And what you said to Skjall." Yennefer said remembering a small detail, "Death is a woman? And she is your sister?"
"She's my favorite sister, actually." Lucifer said with a smile, "Lucifer and Uriel, the biggest troublemakers in all of the Silver City. The only one who came to visit me down in my infernal prison."
"Right, down in Hell." Yennefer said.
"You don't have to believe me. After all, the greatest trick I ever pulled was convincing the Worlds I didn't exist." Lucifer said as he stood up, "It's been a bash, lady Yennefer. But I need to be off."
"Where are you going?" Yennefer said.
"Maybe I will visit family, get a drink." Lucifer said with a shrug, "Because I'm out of idea's."
"Really? Already leaving." Yennefer said crossing her arms under her chest, much to his surprise, "What about having the best night of my life."
This got a smile on Lucifer's face, "As I said, I could persuade you." he said stepping closer to her.
"Is that so." Yennefer said, placing a hand on his chest as she leaned in closer, "So you usually go around making people do what you want?"
"My dear, I have no influence over people's choices. All I do is draw out their innermost desires." Lucifer said hovering mere inches away from her mouth, "And maybe verbally manipulate them from there, but I never forced anyone to do something they didn't want to."
He was pushed back, right down on the bed. Yennefer came crawling on top of him. Ravaging the others lips as Yennefer preformed a spell to undress them both. Lucifer grabs the back of her head while giving gentle bites on her neck along with some rather gentle licks on her ear, this causes her to moan loudly.
Yennefer preformed another spell, pinning his arms above his head and tying them down with a magic seal, much to his surprise.
"Not so powerful anymore are you, Mr. I'm the Devil." Yennefer teased, as her purple eyes trail down his muscular chest and down to his impressive cock. She began to kiss him, forcing his teeth apart and invading his mouth with her tongue.
A trail of saliva connected them as she broke the kiss. Her mouth begins to trace a line to his upper body muscles. As she gently licked his right nipple while softly stroking his hardening member with her soft hand.
After a few seconds of making sure that he was stiff enough, she moved up until each a leg was on each side of his head, and her beautiful shaven vagina was hovering over his face.
Yennefer then spread the outer lips on her vagina to show off its full beauty. "Let's see if that silver tongue is good for other things." she said with a lustful tone before ordering him, "Eat me."
"Pussy? My favorite meal." Lucifer said with a smirk before she lowered on him.
Licking on the lips of her vagina, her hips start bolting up and down as his tongue goes even deeper. Lucifer find her g-spot and start getting more yelps from her.
"O-Okay, I-I admit! Your pretty good at this!" Yennefer moaned, indicating that she was close to her climax, but as she was about to speak even more, she let out another moan and Lucifer's face was splattered and covered in her cum.
Yennefer moved off his face and down to his lower body as she came down from her orgasm. Rubbing her vagina over his stiff penis, coating it with her fluids.
Having made sure it was lubricated enough, she took a hold of his penis and moved it up so the tip of his member was pressed against the outer lips of her vagina, before pressing down to allow it to wrap around it. She moans just as loudly as she did before when suddenly, she felt two hands around her waist and pulling her down.
With no effort on his part, Lucifer had removed her binding spell on him and cast a similar one back at her, her hand being held in the air by a seal.
"Silly mortal, pretending your the dominate one, deluding yourself in thinking you can tame the Devil." Lucifer said as he gripped a handful of her shapely behind as he begins to slide his penis into the wet walls of her most intimate place.
Every inch begins to penetrate her cervix, Lucifer feels how wet and tight she is on his penis as it crawled up inside of her. "Your not the dominant one." Lucifer taunted as he finally feels himself fully at the hilt, "Your just a submissive top!"
He then began to move up and down, the pace quickly increasing. He moved his face upwards, licking and softly biting her nipples.
Yennefer could only moaned in pleasure, unable to focus on anything but the length sliding into her vagina, the tongue molesting her breasts and the hands teasing her behind. The Sorceress let out a loud moan as she felt her ass being, penetrating with two fingers, taken completely by surprise by the invading digits.
"I can't..." Yennefer cried out as her own orgasm washed over her, both her vagina and her ass tightening around the penis and fingers inside her, pleasure rocking her.
Lucifer's sped up before he peaked, as he felt the wave of pleasure surging through, he then felt his cum mixing up in a swirl that combined with Yennefer orgasm as he still felt himself corked inside of her.
Yennefer went limp after feeling the orgasm rush away, dropping down on the bed as she was released from Lucifer's seal.
"I... That was..." Yennefer panted as she laid down, rubbing a hand through her dark hair as her breast moving up and down with each breath she took, "Amazing."
"Glad you enjoyed it." Lucifer said with a satisfied smirk as he laid back against the back of the bed.
To his surprise, Yennefer rolled over to her side, laying her head on his stomach and gripping his penis in her soft grip.
She places a kiss on it before looking up at him as she began to stroke it, "Ready for round two?" she said, rubbing his shaft against her cheek, "Fallen Archangel?"
Lucifer was walking through the halls of Kaer Trolde citadel after his night with Yennefer, until she had passed out from the pleasure.
Though he hadn't expected her to last fourteen rounds like Kassandra had, but he had at least hoped she would last ten rounds like Emily. Instead, the raven haired sorceress was already out by the sixth round.
On the balcony overlooking the village, he found King Bran already waiting for him.
"Lucifer!" King Bran said, happily to see his old friend once again, "Can I guess your the reason every woman in Kaerl Trolde is prowling the village?"
"For what?" Lucifer said a bit surprised.
"There was a woman moaning so loud last night, that every woman in the Isles is looking for her." King Bran explained, "They want to see who was making her moan that loud so they too could have what she was having."
"Oh, that." Lucifer said casually, sharing a laugh with the king.
Before noticing the absent minded look of the once proud king, "Bran, is everything alright?" he said with some concern in his voice.
"I know better than to lie to ya." Bran said as he turned towards the view, "The ideas in my head... They are beginning to wander mid-sentence. My hands, they tremble at their most calm."
"Is there something I can do?" Lucifer offered, standing next to the old king.
"You probably can, but I have to decline on this deal." King Bran said appreciative but shaking his head, "My time in this world... It is coming to an end. I lived a long life, I lived a good life, and I will leave this world on my own terms."
"I see..." Lucifer said, a bit disappointed that his offer was declined, "Suit yourself, I suppose."
"It might seems strange to someone like you, but death is just life's next adventure. A natural part of life." King Bran assured him as he turned to the Devil, "I'm not afraid to die."
"Well you should be." Lucifer said, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "It's really boring where you're headed."
"Good. I've had enough excitement in my life." King Bran said as he held out his hand, "Thank you, Lucifer Lux. For everything. I hope that one day, we can meet up there again. Have a few tankards of mead."
The king and the Devil shook hands, but instead of the firm handshake he once used to make a pact with Lucifer, the dealmaker noticed that it indeed was shaking.
"Farewell, old friend." Lucifer said, knowing he would never see the old king again.
And that was the chapter, hope you enjoyed. Anyways many thanks to everyone who read, reviews, favorites or follows this, you beauties.
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