Envision a world where divine blessings grant everyone extraordinary powers to combat evil and navigate everyday life. But you're an outcast, shunned by your family and ridiculed by society.The gods themselves seem to have abandoned you, gifting you with the weakest power of all - a mere spark of light in a world of radiant auras. And then you realize you're a powerful devil reborn as a human with a mysterious dark power coursing through your veins, waiting to be unleashed. Your destiny is shrouded in darkness, for you're the chosen one, Lucifero, the Morning Star. The gods fear your existence, for they know that you're the key to unlocking the gates of hell, unleashing the Rulers of Darkness and their malevolent angels upon the world. For 10,000 centuries, they've waited patiently to reignite their war against the gods and their celestial warriors. Humanity, gods, and all creation will be ravaged by this ancient conflict, and you're the catalyst for the chaos that's to come. Will you embrace your dark legacy and claim your rightful place among the forces of destruction? Or will you defy the fate that's been thrust upon you and forge a new path, one that might just change the course of history? The darkness within you is the spark that will set the world ablaze. And when the flames of rebellion burn bright, the gods themselves will tremble before you. - Lucifer
Louis rushed down to the subway, checking his watch with a sigh. "Mom is going to kill me today," he muttered to himself, realizing he was running late. Charles's house was pretty far from school. As he arrived, he was met with a sea of people crowding the platform.
Pushing his way through, he reached the end of the train rail,where a high school girl also waiting.
She was a half-cast girl, with a striking appearance. Her smooth, café-au-lait skin glowed, and her captivating golden-brown eyes sparkled. Her curls hair elegantly run down to her waist.
Noticing the delay, she remarked, "The train is really late today."
Louis, eager to start a conversation, replied, "Yes, I'm surprised it's not here on time." The girl smiled and introduced herself as Karen.
Louis, feeling a bit nervous, responded and mentioned he attended Melkris High School. Karen's eyes widened in surprise, impressed that Louis attended the top high school in the city, unlike her own school. She thought to herself, "He must be brilliant!"
This was his first time talking to a girl aside from his mom. He hardly talked to girls in his own class. He felt his hands grow clammy and damp, sweat trickling down his palms as he clutched his bag, his heart racing with anxiety. '
Curious, Karen asked, "Where are you staying, by the way?"A terrible silence followed.
Karen waited eagerly for his response, a smile already forming on her lips.
Shit I never thought she will ask for that he thought to himself
Karen smiled, still waiting for the answer.
Louis, feeling shy, scratched the back of his head. "Well, I'm staying at Ra-Ravenhurst," he stammered, his face looking embarrassed.
Karen couldn't contain her laughter at Louis' unexpected answer.
Ravenhurst?" she repeated, her voice laced with surprise and concern. Louis's serious face and nervous demeanor made it clear he wasn't joking, and Karen's expression shifted from curiosity to amusement it quickly turned to disbelief.
Her face changed to 'WTF!'" astonished by Louis' response.
A sudden surge of energy coursed through Louis veins, sending a jolt of electricity down his spine. It was as if his senses had been awakened from a deep slumber, it was one of his sensory power named Intuition. It serves as an early warning system, alerting him to potential threats or disturbances in his surroundings.
All the sounds around him went to slow-mo,
His senses went into overdrive. The screeching train wheels, the murmuring crowd, and Karen's voice all blended together in a cacophony of noise.
His heartbeat raced, matching the rhythm of the pulsating energy coursing through his veins.Danger was looming, and he knew it.
Let's leave,' he said, his voice hoarse, as he grabbed Karen's hand.She let out a soft moan. Her face turned red with anger. She shook him off, her eyes flashing with fury. 'Don't touch me!' she spat, moving towards the train."
Louis Dashing after her, 'No! No! Noooo!!! Louis screamed, but it was too late." An explosion ripped through the train, sending him flying backward. He hit the ground hard, his ears ringing with a piercing tinnitus. His face was a mess of blood and concrete dust. Disoriented, he coughed spatting blood on the floor, struggling to breathe through the dust-choked air.
As he stared around, victims began to stir, some rushing away from the wreckage, others lying motionless, likely dead. 'What the fuck is going on?' Louis muttered, crawling to a pillar to support himself up. That's when he saw him - a man standing where the train had exploded, dressed in a black singlet and trousers, his face painted with a grotesque clown makeup. The man's laughter echoed through the halls, a chilling cackle that sent shivers down Louis's spine."
Louis was ready to flee from the danger, but as he turned to leave, he heard a heart beating. It was his Enhanced Hearing senses kicking in, allowing him to pick up subtle sounds and movements from a distance. He traced the sound to a girl stuck under a concrete slab, her leg bleeding profusely. She was far away, and the risk of being caught and killed was high, but Louis couldn't bring himself to leave her to die.
Louis's gut screamed at him to get out of there, to save his own skin. But his conscience wrestled him to the ground, refusing to let him abandon this stranger to her fate. His hands trembled like leaves, and his legs wobbled like Jelly.
He knew the right thing to do, but fear and cowardice took over, and he ran away like the other victims. He rushed up the stairs to the top level of the city, his legs trembling, his breath becoming labored. He fell on his knees, holding the handrail tightly, as if his life depended on it.
"I'm not dying here, I'm not dying here," he whispered to himself, gathering his strength to get up and walk to the city.
Once outside, he was met by a crowd of people staring at him, paramedics tending to victims in the ambulance, and journalists filming the scene at the subway station. A police yellow rope cordoned off the area writing "Do not cross"
Louis became terrified, shouting "Please don't shoot!" as tears streamed down his cheeks. The police officers lowered their guns, as the main officer raised his hand, signaling not to shoot. Louis was helpless, and more tears flowed down his face.
A police officer, in his mid-fifties with white hair and a wrinkled face, rushed to Louis. "Are you okay, son?" he asked in a slightly croaky voice. Louis didn't respond. "Are you the only survivor?" the officer asked. Louis began to tremble, his mind flashing back to the horrific scene. He struggled to reply, feeling like a coward for not saving the victim.
Louis broke down, crying like a baby. "I'm such a coward, a coward, a goddamn coward!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing. The officer's face changed from confusion to understanding, and he gently hugged Louis. "It will be okay, son," he said.
Just then, a massive explosion erupted from where the paramedics, police, journalists, and victims were standing. The road exploded, sending rocks, people, and vehicles flying into the air. It was like watching a Hollywood movie. The force of the explosion sent Louis and the officer flying backward to the ground.
"What the heck is that?" Louis asked, getting up from the floor. "This was the second explosion. It means the sinner is here," he thought, realizing the air was filled with dust, making it hard to see.
Louis rushed to the old man cop, who seemed unconscious. Louis wanted to grab him and leave as fast as possible, but when he lifted him, the cop moaned softly, "It hurts, it hurts." This revealed where he was injured. A rod had pierced his stomach, causing bleeding. Louis covered his mouth, "Oh my God." He stammered, "We-we need to get you to the hospital." His voice was filled with pity.
The cop asked, "How is the wound?" Louis didn't want to make him feel worse, so he downplayed it, saying, "It's just a small wound." He hoped to reassure him, but the cop's condition was dire.