Chapter 55

Lucifer cursed himself for not killing that mutt when he had the chance to. Next time, he should just kill them right from the start and not just go easy on them and just give them a good beating.

His sister was crying and tears were in her eyes. She looked young, maybe only 12 or 13 years old-which made the whole incident where she was nearly raped even worse.

"Lucy!!! Please!!!"

She squirmed a little and that mutt just pressed down harder with the knife. Blood started to form in beads on her neck. 

The werewolf smirked and got a little too cocky when he saw Lucifer not moving.

"Looks like you can't do anything to me, prince. I-"

"You're so dead. Just die already, you dirty mutt."

Lucifer's eyes started to glow and the werewolf felt a sense of unease and fear.

Then his arm started to blacken and crumble away. He was turning into dust little by little, fist his arm, then his leg.

He howled and screamed in panic and he looked so scared and desperate to escape death as he slowly melted into a pile of dust.

Lilth, freed from her captor, rushed to Lucifer and hugged him tightly.

Lucifer returned the hug and he looked happy to see her. But his look at the remaining thugs was anything but happy or merciful.

"Lilith, cover your ears and turn around-"

Lilith shook her head.

"No, Lucy, no. Don't hurt them. They know where the kids are being held hostage. I overheard them talking about it ."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed at the thugs as if trying to determine if they did indeed know that piece of information.

One orc, seeing it as his only hope to be able to survive, quickly nodded his head and confessed what he knew.

"Your highness, the princess is speaking the truth. The children are being held hostage inside of Gold Mountain Cave!!"

….

Arya battled the pain and agony as she lost her right arm.

One of the man's swords was covered in blood and it was clear that he was the one who cut off her arm.

"Bastard…Losing an arm won't take me down that easily. I'm not going to roll over and die that easily!!"

Arya punched him in the face, hitting his jaw, and he went crashing onto the ground.

 Shit, Arya thought, if I wasn't so wiped out already from the fighting and lost an arm, he would have been sent flying through the air before crashing down back onto the ground again and flattening some people like pancakes when he landed on them.

Wait, Arya noticed that the people had looked a little off and funny. Some people fell down and collapsed on their own and some looked like they were in extreme pain, their faces twisted and contorted and their entire bodies shaking.

Some were coughing up blood and their skin took on a grayish tint.

What was even going on here?

Some started to have seizures and they shook and trashed around violently.

Arys felt a warm and pleasant sensation coming from where her right arm used to be and she looked down.

Bright green mana was surrounding her stump of what was left of her arm and her arm was…growing back?

Arya watched fixated and in a trance as her arm slowly but surely started to regenerate itself.

The whole process may have taken about 3 minutes but it felt much longer to Arya.

…

"Amazing, I had no idea what my healing powers could do when pushed to the limit."

Arya tested out her newly grown back arm by flexing her fingers.

It was as if she never lost her arm in the first place.

"Good, all my injuries are healed and I'm back to full health now."

Arya turned around to look at the sickened and pitiful people around her.

"But they're not."

Arya didn't even know where to start as she tried to decide who needed healing power the most.

So many people but only one of her.