Chapter 125 Goblin

Count Berengar looked at Lucifer, a calculating gleam in his eyes, and then waved his hand dismissively. "Take them to the dungeon," he commanded.

Lucifer and his companions were led through the grand halls of the villa, their footsteps echoing against the marble floors. The villa was opulent, filled with tapestries, statues, and luxurious furnishings, a stark contrast to the fate that awaited them. They descended a narrow staircase that spiraled down into the darkness below. The air grew colder and damper as they went deeper, the scent of mold and decay thick in the air.

The dungeon was a grim place, carved out of stone and lined with iron bars. Torches flickered along the walls, casting eerie shadows. The guards roughly shoved them into separate cells, the iron doors clanging shut behind them. As Lucifer's eyes adjusted to the dim light, he noticed the other inhabitants of the dungeon.