Lucifer (2)

Omerta's POV

I was transported to an unknown location—a dark, windowless hall that could have been a basement for all I knew.

The hall was divided into two parts. On one side there were a series of small cabins, and on the other, there was a circular training space. One with floors made of clay, providing a firm yet forgiving surface for physical combat.

The training ring was surrounded by an unruly crowd of oversized and rowdy men, who could easily pass for wrestlers.

Amidst the chaos, right at the center of the ring stood Lucifer, who looked just as young as he did during that tyre practice session, though his face had hardened from the last time around and his eyes seemed gloomier as if they had lost hope.

My heart sank at the thought that Lucifer was going to fight these men. He was just a child; he did not even reach their waists, for God’s sake.

How did they expect him to fight them?

Soon, I discovered that I had never been more wrong about anything. My ability to guess th