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Her Wings? Your Wings? No, My Wings! VII
🕑 Added 2022-06-01 15:31:42 +0000 UTC.................
Chapter 96: Her Wings? Your Wings? No, My Wings! VII
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He let out a long breath, not seeming angry, but his words sure insinuate wrath, "I have to make myself happy to calm down... Meeting Lucifer will do."
He couldn't help but slightly wince shortly after, 'Is pain finally catching up to me? Or does giving my life force away exempt me from the pain? Well, I guess there is only one way to find out.'
Another theory of his waiting to be tested. It didn't settle well with him how he felt no pain while in his dimension, and there are only two possible answers as to why. It's either the doing of his dimension or giving away his life force.
'If it's my life force, then it's definitely evolving again. It had no such effect before, but now it does...' He would've definitely noticed such an odd thing since he had his rings on all the time.
While preparing for the important meeting, Ian brought out his staff and continued giving away his life force, testing his theory, and indeed, his life force was evolving.
It wasn't long before Ian found himself in a very elegant room still on the underground floor. It was a room he prepared for specifically for meeting Lucifer. He wouldn't want his guest to be dissatisfied after all.
The room was exquisite, having an air of the eighties, tranquil and ancient, a stark contrast to where he usually summons demons.
Even the summoning ritual is different. The summoning circle was inscribed perfectly on a small table, and in the middle of the table was an ancient-looking vial. Ian could faintly see a single drop of blood within.
Other than that, the only other prominent things in the room were Imogen's black wings and the two metallic devices Ian brought with him from Central city.
Ian first wore underwear and comfy white pants but nothing else, he really didn't want his clothes to stick to his injuries, especially the burnt places... Aghh.
Afterward, Ian let a drop of blood fall on the magical circle while chanting an incantation. Lucifer is quite the special case as summoning him is extremely difficult.
Most importantly, summoning Lucifer means him arriving with his real body, his true form, just like now. Seated on a chair right before Ian was Lucifer, a handsome blond man, adorned in a graceful suit.
'I've heard and read that he rarely uses his powers if ever. I can only hope that's true though I'm sure he wouldn't mind even if he saw through what I'm planning... Probably?'
Ian also took a seat though he didn't let his back touch the chair for obvious reasons. He watched with interest as Lucifer picked up the vial, looking at it with what appeared to be reminiscence.
"This is the third drop of blood I spilled that day... A symbol of my failure, But also an antique of the past... Experience, it is a wonderful thing, is it not?"
Ian agreed with a nod, "Indeed, I try to make up for my inexperience with more thinking, but it doesn't always work out... The result of which is my current state."
"Hmm, I can see that." Lucifer caressed the blood vial for quite a while in silence before murmuring loud enough for Ian to hear, "You should know that I never do this kind of thing."
"Yeah, it was quite the surprise when I found out. Who knew that the devil himself refuses the act of deals."
"I do not refuse it. I have no interest in it because it's of no use to me." Lucifer shook his head.
'Predictable... Why would one of the strongest beings in the entire omniverse bother with something like that? Unless he found amusement in it of course.'
"You know of that, yet you still summoned me. You can no return to me what is already mine, I could've gone there and taken it back myself at any point in time... You must have a way to convince me, right? So go on, amuse me."
Ian would like to disagree. He truly believes that the vial was enough for Lucifer to grant him a wish despite all of the latter's words, but his guest wants to be entertained, so who is he to refuse.
"Hmm, let me think," Ian contemplated his words for a bit, articulating them in a way to make them more amusing.
"I've never been to hell, but I've had the honor of meeting many of its distinguished inhabitants. I found each and every one of them to be lovely."
He seemed to be succeeding in his goal as Lucifer looked intrigued, curiosity surfacing on his face pretty quickly.
"I've never in my life seen a society with as much kindness as those of hell. How can I not love them when each time I summon them, they grant me my wish, all for absolutely no cost. It was an act of charity, was it not?"
"If it is indeed as you say, then it is charity." Lucifer agreed and continued eyeing Ian, waiting for him to continue.
Ian let out a chuckle, his vision zoned out for a bit in recollection of their kindness, quite the show he was putting on.
"What was even more shocking to me was that the kindness came from the lords of hell and some of its most powerful inhabitants. If the beings at its top were so easygoing, then what about those beneath them?"
"They'll either be the worst of the worst, or the kindest of them all." befitting his wisdom, Lucifer spoke of discerning words.
Ian nodded, even he was amused by the next part of his tale, "For some reason, the demons were mad... Not at me, but at a friend of mine. His name is Constantine, he's easy to hate, so I guess it's understandable.
Another friend of mine told me they're hunting him. She told me that Constantine's luck went from minus 1000 to minus 100000, and asked for my help... I assured her that he's going to be fine, he'll surely be able to handle it himself."
His words were vaguer. He made them hard to understand and deduce anything from them, but Lucifer was following along as he asked the important question, "They didn't pursue you because of their kind nature, I assume?"
"That, and I've done nothing wrong. They're powerful and wise, so if they think Constantine is the one at fault, then they must be right."
Ian chuckled, and so did Lucifer, "I'm looking forward to what happens next though there is something else I'm curious about... How many?"
Ian understood the question as he let out a smirk, "I'd say more than a dozen."
"Hahahahahahahah, I didn't expect hell to one day face such a situation, haha hahaha..." Lucifer was certainly having a laugh at a few hell lords' expense.
Ian also smiled as he brought out a piece of paper, "This is what I want."
"Hm?" Lucifer looked at it for a second, "Why this? I can just give you new ones, or directly transplant those black wings. All it will take is a snap of a finger."
"In case I want to change them, or if I want more..."
"Ohh, I see. Quite the ambitious person you are, aren't you?" Lucifer stood up gracefully, straightened up his clothes, and added, "It's done, and thank you for the entertaining tale." He then vanished.
"Wha... Yeah, of course it's done. I totally saw it being done." Ian shook his head, speaking sarcastically to himself, stunned at the ridiculous powers of some beings.
Ian eyed the box that housed the device before, but it was nowhere to be seen, the wings were still there though. He made his way towards a mirror and turned around, looking at his back.
"That's fucking ridiculous..." Ian noted, seeing a pair of metallic large slits on his back, on each side of his infraspinatus muscles.
He made sure for the instructions on the paper to specify which position they should be on, a bit away from the dot tattoos on his Trapezius muscles in the middle part of his upper back.
The metallic slits looked like a part of his body, looking almost robotic but natural. however, they look vastly different than how they previously looked, many parts of them were missing.
Well, not anymore as Ian started transferring his life force into the slits, causing several thing metallic limbs to spurt from them, "God, I love my life force, it makes everything so easy."
Creating things to only work with his life force have many benefits. In contrast to his expectations, controlling things such as his staff with a life force is nearly instant as long as the link is established.
He arrived before Imogen's black wings... Then he sent them to his dimension, seemingly uninterested in them for now. His next stop was another room far into the hallway.
The chamber has one thing within with miraculous beauty, seeming to be the most graceful thing in existence. Even the strongest of minds would feel the urge to kneel before it... It was.
