Chapter 7. Doom's out

𝐹𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟.

𝐹𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟.

𝐹𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟.

𝐹𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟.

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Lance walked towards the human-sized Doom, he sat crossed leg in front of it, with a slightly drunken face, he chatted with the wax figure Doom.

"My baby Doom!~ You made me so happy, nobody has given me such happiness, your the best thing I've created~ You saved my job and Lucifer's happiness~"

A slight movement was seen from the wax figure... its fingers slowly stretched towards the HERTZ kept in a holder in front of it.

Suddenly the drunken Lance heard a loud cracking of glass, in the next moment he was lifted by a hand on his neck.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞.

𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫?

"Lucifer? I am not Lucifer." Lance answered confusedly, with his slightly blurry eyes he saw a man with red glowing eyes...his white hair was like snow...his expression as cold as ice.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.

Doom let go of his grip on Lance's neck, it was his creator, this creature wasn't his enemy.

Lance gasped for breath causing his mind to clear in bullet speed, he understood just one thing at that moment,

"Doom is alive and wants to kill his son."

"He's broken out of the game? How can this be possible!" Lance's brain was filtering too rapidly, he did not believe that Doom could come out of the game.

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

Lance understood this big boss was deathly serious, he instantly hugged Doom's tall legs basically like a koala to a branch.

𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫? Doom was stunned why this creature did not run away, it has understood mortal psychology through the element named the "internet".

Lance looked up at him with tearful eyes sobbing as if a child, "Baby Doom! Please do not exterminate my son, he's barely a teenager, slaughter me instead!".

Doom simply jabbed him out with a whack to his neck.

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Lucifer strode in rings in his room, it was roughly 3 AM, and dad however didn't come home, he has already phoned the company, his colleagues and the faculty. Dad isn't at the company either.

He knew his father was not this careless, he knows Lance adopted him when he was merely 7, they weren't blood-related. He had no mother, Lance kept being his mother and father, he's my only family member.

He couldn't complain to the police, moreover, it's not been 24 hrs. Lucifer pressed his throbbing temples thought hard about what precisely could've occurred. He picked up his blanket and moved downstairs to nap on the couch.