After bidding farewell to his new daughter Luvertia, Lucifer closed his eyes and slept without a care in the world.
But not all people who had witnessed Lucifer's actions earlier were relaxed.
Currently Dexter was guiding people and ordering them to pour water on the ground, make it wet, then replace the bloodstained soil with fresh inner layer. Some people were washing and mopping the battle area to remove the bloodstains. Chefs were vomiting but still carrying the containers filled with mutilated body parts while others held buckets of dark thick red blood.
According to Lucifer's instructions they were to make something edible from the flesh chunks and blood. If they couldn't, they might find themselves inside those same containers with different body parts placed in different corners.
Now no one was taking Lucifer's warning lightly. It weighed heavy as a mountain.
Marina was holding Jacob as he wept out loud. Actually the transmigration of Michael into Lucifer was possible only because of Jacob. The old Lucifer had a childhood crush on Jenni. One day he found Jacob fucking her — that was fine. Then Jacob invited two other men to fuck her simultaneously — still okay. But after that Jacob started spanking her, another choked her, and the last one put his index and middle fingers in her nostrils and pulled upward as she cried in pain. Lucifer didn't like that. So he went to stop them. Instead of listening to his polite request they started shaming him. When the insults became unbearable they fought. Suddenly Jacob picked up a heavy brick and smashed it on his head, which made the old Lucifer faint and then die — allowing Michael to transmigrate into his body.
But this fact was known only by two: Goddess Amara and Michael himself.
Marina thought Jacob was weeping after seeing Lucifer's cruelty, but she didn't know the actual fact — that making Lucifer unconscious a few days ago was the work of her dear son. If she knew, she and Derek would be begging at his or Mia and Christopher's feet to put a leash on that monster.
Jenni, on the other hand, was contemplating Lucifer's current demeanor compared to his previous one.
Westeria was traumatized, seeing Allen's fainted condition as she and other servants carried him.
Amelia didn't know what to do. She had seen her brother like this for the first time. Even in the torture room he had been a bit human. But here he wasn't even an animal — he was a complete bloodthirsty beast.
She thought, 'Does my and Mom's insult affect him this much? If yes, then why? We never paid so much attention to him. Then why is he crying, killing, laughing, and drinking blood for us? We learned to compromise with the circumstances, but why did this affect him so deeply? Why is he going so mad over it? Even when we don't pay attention to him, why does he still fight for us? When we get hurt, why does the pain hurt him instead?'
These were her thoughts as she returned to her room, shut the door, lay on the bed with eyes closed, thinking.
Christopher didn't understand the reason behind Lucifer's extreme response to the Ashers. He knew rape was forbidden but it was common here. So why overreact this much? Clearly, being a man raised in this twisted world, his thoughts and mentality had limited horizons.
But the most affected was none other than Mia. She had already confessed that she didn't know how to give maternal love to him. But suddenly seeing this condition, this behavior, she couldn't help feeling guilty, worried, and frustrated.
She thought, 'I never faced this kind of situation. What would Mother do to keep me sane if she found me in this situation? What if she was in my place and I was in Luci's?'
And suddenly she got all her answers.
When she was young and feeling down, Bianca always hugged her tightly, caressed her hair, kissed her, and said, "Nothing to worry, dear. I'm with you."
She thought how she would feel if one day someone came and said, "Mia, Lucifer is no more. He died." How she would feel when she could never again hear him calling her "Mom."
She had never paid attention to these things before, but now that she was, her heart was aching — she was in unbearable agony.
Physical pain could still be endured, but the wounds to the heart and mind were impossible to bear.
She didn't know how to show her love to him, but his pain was unbearable for her.
She turned around without paying attention to anyone — not even Christopher — and dashed toward the house.
But Christopher clutched her hand and said, "Don't go to him. He will harm you. He wasn't our son but a monster."
The moment Mia heard Christopher call him "our offspring" — not our son, but a demon disguised as a human, a monster — Mia's anger shot through the roof.
She slapped Christopher hard — so hard that the sound echoed through the area.
Mia shouted, "I don't know whether he is our offspring or not. I don't know whether you are really his father or not. But he is my son. How dare you call him a monster? When you were supposed to act, you did nothing. When my dignity — and our daughter's — was being torn apart, you stayed silent. But today, when he is taking revenge, you dare to call him a monster? Who are you to say that? I am your wife, yet you never cared about my dignity because for you it meant nothing. But he is my son — seeing me in pain hurt him. He is wounded from the inside. You will never understand that. Even I couldn't understand it until now, but today I finally do. And if you try to stop me again, I will leave you forever."
Shouting, Mia left him with the crowd and dashed toward Lucifer's room.