“What the hell do you mean someone slaughtered the Blackstone Company! In the fucking city no less! I don’t care who did it, arrest them!” A rage filled bellow shook the walls of the barracks as the Captain received the emergency transmission from one of his corporals about the bazaar massacre.
“No! Who the fuck cares if it’s child? Bring him in for questioning!” The very walls trembled as the Captain’s essence began leaking out in his rage causing the sturdy stone walls to crack under the pressure of his cultivation.
Captain Westoll, the man in command of all of the city’s internal policing and security. A powerful practitioner known for his stubbornness and terrible temper, but also his extremely just and fair policies. Taking office after the end of the last civil war in the country, Westoll purged the city of corruption and dissenters to the crown. He judged fairly and was as incorruptible as buddha which made him loved by the people and very charismatic for the soldiers under him.
Right now though, the famous captain was fuming in anger after getting the transmission from a group of guards stationed at the bazaar. A youth carrying a short spear and dagger annihilated the Blackstone Company of mercenaries before his soldiers could even react to the altercation. They only heard the screams of some civilians after the youth had already killed more than half of the mercenary band.
“Fucking hell!” Westoll continued to cuss as he fumed over the incident, it was then he remembered the man who stood in his office. “Sorry Eric, some brat just began a massacre in the bazaar. Can we finish ‘this’ tomorrow, after I deal with this little shit?”
Eric felt the headache coming on that always accompanied whatever stunt his student pulled. Three years of living together gave Eric plenty of experience with Lucifer and for some reason he felt that it was his ‘little shit’ that was the source of his old friend’s troubles. “Short-spear, dagger, white and black clothing, black leather greaves and vambraces. Right?”
“What?” Baffled Westoll could only gawk at his friend for what he had just said. Those were the exact details that his subordinate had given him, how could Eric know them? “Eric how the hell do you know that information?”
“God dammit… Because I know who your suspect is,” Holding his head in his hands Eric complained repeatedly before he finally answered Westoll’s interrogating glare. “My apprentice, Lucifer.” The two men stared at each other for some time in silence.
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Lucifer cocked an eyebrow as he looked at the thirty soldiers surrounding him with shields all raised creating a cage of steel around him. Swords were kept poised to stab him if he dared to get too close to the shield wall.
'Am I under arrest?’ Lucifer thought as he inspected the matching insignia on the shields and armour of all the soldiers. The Jultán coat of arms should that they were most definitely soldiers of the city. 'The old man is never gonna let me out on my own again… I haven't even got to the smithy yet.’
Placing his spear across his lap Lucifer only sat there waiting for the soldiers to make a move. He was outnumbered and surrounded so doing anything proactive would just make his situation worse. His choice also hopefully bought time for Eric to come rescue him, Lucifer hoped.
Steadying his breathing and focusing on his prana, Lucifer entered a light meditative state. Not sinking completely into his subconscious but focusing enough to replenish his expended prana. It may seem odd that he would choose to meditate in such a situation but it also was the best option he had open to him. He could replenish his strength in case of a fight, he was calm and rational instead of allowing the anxiety to cloud his judgement.
'I got enough prana for five spells at this point. [Element Blast] will cause enough damage for me to escape but I don't think I can get to the gate before they close it after-’ Lucifer's thoughts were quickly interrupted as the soldiers finally got tired of waiting around. He was surprised it took over fifteen minutes till they finally got around to saying anything.
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“Drop your weapons and prepare yourself for arrest! Any resistance will be seen as an attack and will be handled as such!” One of the senior soldiers yelled at Lucifer.
“Don't you need to see my identification before you arrest me?” Lucifer asked quite frankly as he recalled the lessons Eric had taught him about the law.
The soldier almost spat blood out as he heard the immature voice of the youth who just killed every single member of the Blackstone mercenaries.
'Why the fuck do I need to see your identification after you just killed over a dozen people?’ Thought the soldier as he tried to restrain himself from acting hastily. The youth in front of him was obviously ready and willing to kill people regardless of the odds against him.
'He might even attack us if we aren't careful.' While that may not make too big of issue, the skill that this youth possessed made it highly likely that the soldiers would lose more than he would in any confrontation.
“Only suspects have that luxury! We already know you killed these men.” The soldier called back after he calmed himself.
“Says who?” Lucifer inquired further, he was stalling for as much time as possible before his teacher got here or until someone came that was way out of his league to deal with.
“Don't act coy you cheeky brat! Just surrender peacefully or else we will use force to apprehend you!” The soldier demanded as the vein at his temple started throbbing visibly.
“You really don't want to use 'force’ with me Mr Soldier.” A vicious snarl escaped Lucifer's lips at the threat of the soldier.
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“He really is your student with that temper... where the hell did you find him?” Westoll asked as he and Eric stood on the roof of one of the buildings surrounding the bazaar. With their cultivation it was a simple matter to get from the barracks to the bazaar in a few minutes just in time to see Lucifer and the soldiers start brawling.
“He is apart of the old Khan clan.” Eric simply stated as he watched the tangled battle on the ground below. “That old codger called in a favour, that favour is my idiot of a student…”
“That makes this way more troublesome. Does he have your seal? If so I can get him out of this relatively easy.” Reasoned Westoll as he weighed the options of letting this whole thing risk getting attention of the higher-ups.
“He's got-shit he is going to use magic!” Eric cursed as he launched himself into the fray hoping to stop Lucifer from doing something incredibly stupid.
Westoll paled as he heard the words of his long time friend. Magic. Only the old lineages had the ability to use magic. Like the elves, hyumns, orcs, draconians, and the other legendary ancestors of the humans that currently dominated the world. There still were people that used magic today, but they were next to royalty in regards to status. If this youth was able to use magic then every single person here was now under risk of execution for crimes against him.
Lucifer pushed his prana through his body and began forming the [Element Bolt] spell as he fended off the attacks of the soldiers. A wicked grin broke across his face as he aimed his palm towards the most crowded area of soldiers. The red golden light that denoted his prana sparked into existence at the center of his hand causing it to glow in savage delight. Like molten gold the light swirled into a fist sized sphere of brightly radiating prana before Lucifer thrust his palm forward causing the bolt of magic to go flying at the mob of soldiers.
Just as Lucifer turned to escape from the scene, a large hand came flying straight into his face. Lifted clean off the ground, Lucifer felt like he was floating before the hand smashed him into the ground. Lucifer couldn't even make heads or tails of what happened before he fell unconscious due to the force of his head smashing into the ground.
Eric could only shake his head as he looked at his student and the devastation that he caused. An entire mercenary company dead, half the soldiers under Westoll lay charred and half alive, the other half had varying degrees of broken bones, the bazaar was destroyed, even the enchanted stone that served as the base of the bazaar was cracked from the force of Lucifer's spell. Even if he was a scion of the Khan clan Lucifer just left the range of Eric's influence.
'Only if-no, he is too young to be able to handle that place yet’ Various thoughts were flying through Eric's head as he searched for a easy way out for his student. Years living together caused him to see the boy as his own flesh and blood. But the facts were impossible to change, Lucifer was too much for just him to handle anymore. Only those places had the facilities and resources need for Lucifer to get a handle on his power. 'I guess keeping him ignorant was only a foolish hope of mine to keep him from the pain he will undoubtedly suffer.’
“None of them died eh? Guess we can keep this somewhat under wraps for now.” Westoll muttered as he landed next to Eric and Lucifer. “Take him to Bertha's, he'll be fine there till I work something out of this.”
“What good will going to that old coot’s place do? He used magic within the city. Even you can't cover that up forever, what will you do when it comes out?” Snorting in disdain Eric denied his friend's advice. “Just send the fine to the Khan old codger and I will personally have the boy put under my supervision. That should shut those bureaucrats up before they raise too big a storm for you. I doubt they will make a move on me.”
“Fine.” Westoll shrugged already used to his friend's blunt personality. “Get that boy into one of the academies. It will take the hassle out of having to look after a magic user, haha” However the words fell on deaf ears as Eric only thought of how to keep Lucifer from learning the hard truth that he soon would have to hear.