Following the destruction, and slaughter of the residents of the goblin village which he found out was named Kilk Lok Lucifer wandered bloody and disappointed back into the forest. In search of the the next village, overpopulation would reduce the forest to nothing. Less than that even… good thing he destroyed the other two villages.

Not that Lucifer would mind if the entire race of goblins would disappear off the face of the world.

Eden, a place meant for people with pride. Not short, snot green fuckers. Or those that submitted themselves offering only a sob story.

In loo of that he had to grind his skills, he was lacking in that area. He would have a chance the moment that Lucifer had some free time. He first had to get allies, however temporary they may last.

They certainly would never have the honor of following him around everywhere. That honor was reserved for those that Lucifer respected.

He did not respect any goblins. There existence was only that of something to pity.

While wandering he focused on the blue screens that contrasted his world with his own advancement. Which to say remained lacking. He desired to see himself at a higher point, he wanted more than what he currently had.

More than those ugly fuckers that desired to be spared. They held no pride.

They barely begged, thus he had no ounce of respite to offer there inferior selfs. They wanted none clearly with the way they threw themselves at him, he would have none of there bullshit.

‘You may be beautiful, you may be the strongest… But jealousy is too potent an emotion to set aside all other ways of advancement and defense.’ Lucifer thought, the light of the fading sky making waves of contrasting color all over his pale body.

The blood dripped onto the grass too, shades of violet, and deeper lusher crimson merging with the lime green.

He first noticed the amount of levels that he received was four Thus earning him 20 SP all of which was spent on improving his charisma.

He knew that he was not the strongest thing on the planet.

But Lucifer would be, he hated the thought that their existed things, beings that were stronger than him that's why he would need to cultivate his own power to improve his latent abilities.

This caused him to wonder, even if he was now more charismatic than before would they accept him? No, there was always the chance that the wouldn't.

Lucifer knew that fact too well.

Excited that the charisma reaching 100, the changes were lackluster he had to admit. He anticipated great change would be upon him if he reached the three digit milestone. He only got a skill, a near useless one at that. He continued to stare at it as he collected his thoughts.

Lucifer has gained the skill [Eyes of Fortune] that allows the user to appear empathetic. The effectiveness of the ability depends on the stage of the skill.

Skill starts at Beginner.

Looking at its effects Lucifer snorted, he believed this skill wouldnt help his combat potential.

Lucifers attention shifted back to what was going on presently.

The light in the sky lessened as the color of the blood and the color of his pale skin blended together. The night won over the skies perpetual daily shift, for better or for worse he found the village.

Entering the villages territory at such a late hour no one came to greet him. He in his blood soaked form was seen as a beast. One that was his own, and his pride remained fruitful about. Once an angel even when clothed like a beast the devil can be human.

Not that he wanted anyone to greet him, they would be scared by his appearance. But the respect of their ilk were due to him.

He deserved to be in reverence of his heavenly crafted form.

Understanding there place was just another bird killed by the stone.

He had to understand his new charm being the second objective of throwing a stone. Possessing blood ridden skin does not remove the beauty of someone's body, not in the minds of the opposite sex especially.

He was already exceptionally appealing to women and men alike. Give him a chance to further that beauty even gods may bat an eye.

It took a while for the goblins to arm themselves, but they eventually did. Quicker than Lucifer had anticipated of them.

They would maybe be of use.

The village prior could not sense any intent from the beast.

He felt empty, not that they could turn the situation around in their graves.

Emotions not there before now seen in his eyes, they could only could fear what was to befall them.

As he wandered into the villages center a small goblin's eyes pried open.

Hearing the voice of the child Lucifer revealed a smirk.

“Daddy… there is a very beautiful foreigner… covered in… red… dad..” The child went back into the hut trying to get his fathers attention earnestly.

With Lucifer's keen senses Lucifer listened in.

“What..? Whats this about…” Asked a deeper voice full of exhaustion, which more than likely was owned by the father of the child.

“There is a foreigner daddy!” The nameless goblin child motioned, shaking the father.

“Yeah...yeah.. a for-” quickly getting up the father asked “What do you mean son?”

“Look at him, he looks just like the hunters!” Cried the child.

A stockier goblin popped out of the hut as he looked around for the foreigner quickly making eye contact with Lucifer.

The goblin began to shake, telling the child something very quietly.

“Go back in the hut child, this is something that your father and the rest of the adults have to deal with.”

“The tall foreigner is nice, he looks beautiful, why would he not be..” asked the child.

“Go back inside.” commanded the father, his eyes no longer making eye contact with Lucifer’s and instead shoved the kid back inside with haste.

“Wake up everyone, this an order on the account of the chieftain. Wake up! “ Yelled the chieftain.

When other goblins poked there heads out of the tent there eyes narrowed, before they widened as if they were surprised.

In seconds all the adults stood before Lucifer. Few were brave enough to make eye contact with him.

Lucifer could only lessen his gaze as he focused on the whole goblin village’s inhabitants instead.

Only one had the nerve to speak in that darkness.

“We know you are a foreigner, and that it would not be a surprise to us if you ended the lives of our fellow goblin kin, it is just…” remarked the chieftain before he was cut off by Lucifer.

Lucifer held his iron blade firmly, pointing it at its end towards the sky.

“Be immortalized as a stain on my blade, or die along with my pride.” Lucifer yelled blood running down his already dirtied body.

The tension from moments before vanished as everyone decided on what they wanted to do.

Swiftly they followed Lucifer's fleeting form.

The kids gawked, minutes ended before they too followed them.

Lucifer was pleased at there quick decision making skills. But they clearly were lacking mentally.

“Arm yourselves. How do you expect to fight?” Inquired Lucifer mildly annoyed.

They could only head back for a moment grabbing there weapons before running back to the bloody foreigner.

Lucifer stopped walking, beginning to speak to the goblin group the moment they returned.

There face touching the dirt Lucifer spoke.

“Don't complain, don't lie, and don't be fucking ugly idiots.” Lucifer said sarcastically, with a hint of hope in his voice.

“Disobey and become what you wanted to avoid by following me- just another stain of the blade that can be washed away when in rains. ”

‘Shit is better fertilizer.’ Thought Lucifer.

When Lucifer stopped speaking everyone began to contemplate silently fearing that they would become a mere stain, washed away by the rain.

There self-respect wouldn't allow that.

Their fellow goblin kin would not have that.

They would live!

Marching at the head of the small group of goblins Lucifer spotted the dungeon that was in the distance.

Through there actions alone.

Breaching the skies a mound of gray and stone compared its worth with the milky blue sky. Silver in controlled sectors of the light pale sky .

The same sight, excluding the tower of stone went on for miles

The wind remained tough as Lucifer looked towards it more than ready for the upcoming challenge.

Tougher than any battle before, Lucifer would storm the castle, and reign free and eternally. At least until he came across of someone worthy.

The clouds began to hang idly as he and his party of short green followers charged straight into the dungeon.

This dungeon better be worthy of being destroyed.

In Hell people dropped like flies. Here dogs may bark, they may hiss but when the mornings sky was in waltz with the darkness, the slice reserved for Hell would surely win,

Cracking his shoulders Lucifer made haste towards his first dungeon. Followed twenty three adult goblins and four children they went with the path that was chosen for them.

They had a dream, one that required the foreigner.

They wanted to live. They would not wash away in the rain as another stain.

They would die with his pride, and the foreigner that lead them had an endless amount.

Holding onto their lives they made there way towards a stone forged looking glass that peered straight into the bowels of Hell.

The strange towers that popped up all over the place.

Everyone knows of them and knowingly avoids due to its plethora of risks. The place known as dungeons.

But they feared the foreigner more.

With keen yellow eyes the pale skinned foreigner climbed the hill undaunted by the dungeons notoriety. Carrying a iron sword in his right hand, blood stained and his body ran through and through in a curtain of blood he ascended the hill towards the dungeon without a care in the world. He really was one of the chosen.

They were merely an afterthought.