The swarm of spiders would naturally be easier to eradicate compared to the large and foreboding queen. If he had to bet who was strongest he would say the queen. It looked to Lucifer that the Queen was slow. So that was his target, the slow ass queen.

Lucifer took a deep breath, slowly, steadily regaining his composure - temporarily. He would need to unleash his wrath to win this fight. That's how big of a threat the spider was.

If the weaknesses remained applicable to the queen, the underbody of the carapace would be weak. He would strike it there, and wipe the rest out. It was a take it or leave it type situation.

He dared - he would take that slim chance if it made his plans to the apex back in order again. That is how much the spiders had screwed with his plan. He was no longer immortal so for now and even after he gains his immortality, he would fight.

His blitz now would decide his fate. His rage skill drained his stamina. He would not dare disable that even if he dared to take down the queen.

He would take all the olive branches he would get no matter how small they be as long as they are from the system. He was not willing to get duped by anyone!

“The eradication of your species would be a virtue.” Lucifer whispered as his feet remained as heavy as lead. This victory in the end if he would win would make him stronger!

He zagged, a small pocket of spiders tracked my movements. The rest went the other way. Being a queen, the queen spider went through the middle like any self respecting spider queen would.

This made it easier for him to push to the middle, the followers of the spider while quick were too slow. Lucifer tightened the grip on the so called spear, preparing to kill the motherfucker!

Diving while the two surrounding sides were occupied he held out the brunt of the stick above his head. He watched the spiders around him try to find a way to get to him and tear him apart.

Quicker Lucifer, quicker!

He watched and listened, seeing how the queen would react to his special attack.

Of course she didn't take it well. Her underbelly began to crack; even leak the same foul - but thicker visceral palm tree green shit! Without any more time he was face firm on the ground. Not wanting to die he slammed both palms on the ground as his hand was now not holding the spear. Wavering slightly the moment he got on his feet. He was not going to die in this barely lit forest.

He turned around, the spiders were now inches from his face. This was not looking good.

It took all his effort to stop… himself… from … screaming!

Lucifer couldn't take it any more. He had to scream. His voice befell the forest, wild - and yet he had yet to belong as a monster in this forest.

Because he wasn't, he was a former angel - as a former angel, he could fight dirty.

His scream only bought him a half a second. The spiders did not give two shits about his scream and instead wanted his head!

He clutched a pocket of dirt, and threw it at the googly eyed queen. “Fuck you!” his voice didn't shake her.

All her children followed him, and he ran while the queen blinked shaking off the debri caught in her many eyes.

“Stop making so many babies, goddamn you!” Lucifer girded to the huge spider queen. She clearly wasn't a very good listener.

“Try this fucker on for size!” Lucifer screamed as he jumped over a fallen log. They had trouble getting under it, the queen had no trouble getting over it though.

“This did not go as planned. Think of something, anything… uh” Lucifer snapped off a sharp stick, and threw it towards the queen's face.

It ended up creating a skill called [Throwing] and hurt the bitch. She screeched, and a few of the spiders followers made there way through.

Not good enough Lucifer… do better… He knows he can. He just…

That's it! Open Contribution Point Shop!

He did not care one bit about wasting his points. He wanted to survive. He found that their was something useful. It wasnt what he wanted but needed.

[Cheap Copper Dagger], he bought 10.

Wasting zero time in his defense he chucked them at the queen they were piled high in his arms, and her many allies. The fuckers screeched like her. It sounded like a chorus of death.

Now the last of them were arriving. He snatched two daggers of copper - tugging the embedded blades out with relative ease throwing them at a nearby spider. Lucifer began his defense.

He stabbed the spiders in their many eyes as he screamed, “Die!”

“Die!”

“Die!”

“Just die!!” His voice took on his frustrations. He had enough delays.

He took pleasure in their waning numbers. The queen was recovering - not her eye, her objective. To help her young and he was killing them and she was dying too. He didn't feel ashamed, he felt happy that there was less of these fuckers out in the world. There was a reason why the weak got weeded out.

His arms felt too heavy now, he was tired. He wanted to sleep. He needed to. Still, he couldn't. He was not going to die, his body would stop fighting. He never stopped fighting during the rebellion in Heaven.

He was a peerless angel, and graceful too. Now he was a savage - but one with a purpose.

He would be like the queen had he not owned a greater purpose. he was going to reach the Apex. Not foster meager abilities, or in her case webs. Lucifer had better things to do as a fallen angel.

Finish the queen off, and be the king of this territory.

He punched the queen in the face, ripping the stick that was earlier plunged into her eye and into the other. He felt his body had been pierced by one of her sharp limbs. He paid it no mind, if he did he would be dying any second now.

He pulled it out one more time, and finally the queen plopped down on the ground. No longer the caretaker of her many children.

Without a reason in sight to fight any longer - his body couldn't handle any more strain, he fell back his body spitting out blood.

Lucifer clenched the ground weakly as his body - along with his consciousness seemingly faded away.

A concurrent dinging noise popped him back to life as if he had been defibrillated. He wasnt, his body was simply pushed to the extremes.

He stared at the windows weakly, and decided to sleep a little longer. He couldn't change destiny any more.