1 Legacy of the Forbidden (Chapter 1)

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"Who am I? Where am I? What is going on?!"

Currently a brown hair boy who looked less than 9 years was dragged across the road by a chubby aristocrat with metal chains around his neck, arms and legs.

"Keke... Another one got caught again."

"Look at that boy, I almost feel some pity."

"Pity?! He smells and stinks which I can't stand. Even if he is young I don't feel bad at all."

The group of people on the side of the street that was whispering about him and the boy could clearly hear him. He stared daggers at them which made them laugh.

The cleanly chubby aristocrat who was dragging the boy yelled out, "You think that you can stare at anybody with that ugly face and stink breath?! Who do you think you are?!"

He grabbed a whip which seemed to be made of an elastic-type metal and slashed at the boy's back diagonally. Gritting teeth could be heard when he was stumbling from the impact and he eventually fell to the ground on his knees.

The boy was angered to the point of a 10 year revenge but decided to not vent because he didn't want to get hit again.

"Hmph, don't try making a fuss again and I won't have to hit you, understood?" said the chubby aristocrat.

As they walked the cubby aristocrat was famous around here for selling slaves and making coins illegally and many people knew that. The boy raised his head and looked across the street.

'Where am I?!?!'

The boy was trying to find his memories of himself while subconsciously getting dragged into an alleyway. At the end of the alleyway was a worn down storage hut that was full of slaves, beasts and insects.

As they walked into the storage hut, a rusty balsamic smell was spread through the air and many of the cages had heaps of dust on them from old age. The boy was awoken from his thinking when he was in front of a shabby iron cage.

The chubby aristocrat snorted and said, "You will be staying here until you get sold stupid brat so don't think about escaping this or I'll torture you." He shoved the boy into his cell and spit on him as he walked away. He looked as if he has done this hundreds of times and got sick of doing so.

'Thank the heavens that chubby man is gone or I would have killed him'

The expression on the boy's face was completely normal, his eyes flashed a cold light but became normal again as if he wasn't having any demonic thoughts on his mind. He was currently wavering from the travel on the road and fell unconscious on the hard floor which was extremely cold.

He rolled over and over again until he eventually closed his eyes. When he was in deep sleep a heartwarming and distant voice could be heard as he was dreaming. "Lucifer, I love you."

"Survive and survive again until you become someone that doesn't need to survive anymore... It doesn't matter if you can't protect everything, as long as you live I will be happy..."

A few hours later, when the voice ended, he woke up as if a thunderbolt jabbed deep into his heart and he started heavily breathing.

Inhaling and exhaling out, the boy started to squirm as he found about his name when he was a baby. The boy who was trapped in the cage learned his name and everyone in the future will too.

'So Lucifer is my name, huh? Sounds great to me and someday everyone in the world too', as the boy grinned fiercely, he then lightly laughed as if he heard a awkward joke.