Lucerion returned once more to his throne, his gaze cold and calculating as he searched the human world through the vast screen before him—seeking a vessel worthy of his use.
And then… he saw him again.
A young male student.
Cornered in a narrow, desolate alley, drenched by the pouring rain.
His body trembled weakly, barely conscious as a group of fellow students mercilessly beat him down.
Lucerion's lips slowly curled into a faint smile.
He liked what he was seeing.
The group continued their assault, kicking and striking the helpless boy while one of them recorded everything, capturing his suffering like it was nothing more than entertainment.
Finally, they stopped.
The battered student, barely clinging to life, forced himself to speak.
"I swear… if I live through this… I'll kill all of you. But before that… I'll make you suffer far worse than what you did to me… until you beg for death!"
His voice was filled with fury, trembling yet unyielding.
"Oh? Still acting tough?" one of the boys sneered before delivering a brutal kick.
The boy's strength faded even more, his body unable to endure any longer.
Laughter echoed through the alley.
They were enjoying it.
Completely.
And soon after… the boy's body fell still.
Lifeless.
"Let's go. That trash is dead anyway," said the girl who had been recording, her voice devoid of emotion.
One of the boys chuckled, glancing down at the corpse.
"Hmph. How pitiful."
He kicked the boy's face one last time.
Then, without hesitation, three of them grabbed nearby garbage and threw it over the body, burying him beneath filth.
"Fitting for someone like you," one muttered.
And just like that, they left.
Leaving behind a broken body… soaked in rain… and bathed in its own blood.
From his throne, Lucerion watched everything unfold.
And he was… pleased.
Very pleased.
At last, he had found the perfect vessel.
His gaze locked onto the lifeless body on the screen—covered in wounds, no longer breathing.
"Because you wished to make them suffer… until they beg for death…"
"And because you have entertained me…"
A dark smile spread across his face.
"I shall personally grant your revenge."
"There is nothing more delightful than witnessing the fear of those who deserve it."
He let out a deep, echoing laugh.
"Just imagining it… excites me."
His eyes gleamed with anticipation as he looked once more at the corpse of the fallen student.
"You should be grateful."
"It is an honor… to have your body used by someone like me."
His expression turned cold—serious.
"I will make sure they die… in fear and suffering."
Without hesitation, Lucerion began casting his dark magic, reaching across worlds to claim the body as his own.
In the human world—
Thunder roared violently across the sky.
Lightning split the heavens apart.
The darkness deepened, as if the very sky itself had grown enraged.
And in a single moment—
The boy's eyes snapped open.
Glowing crimson…
Burning with boundless rage.