Chapter 2: The Beginning of Chaos

Lucifer went straight to the five-star hotel after stepping out of the taxi. His movements were smooth and deliberate, each step exuding an otherworldly grace. 

The driver, still sitting in the car, stared at Lucifer's retreating figure with wide eyes and an open mouth. His heart pounded in his chest, as he watched Lucifer disappear into the hotel. "Who was that?" the driver muttered, rubbing his temples. "His aura... it was no joke." 

Without a word, Lucifer effortlessly secured a room, his presence alone enough to part the crowd around him. The hotel staff seemed entranced, their usual professionalism wavering as they handed him the key.

His smile, though subtle, carried a weight that sent chills down their spines, a feeling they couldn't quite explain. 

The air around him seemed to shift, like the calm before a storm, unsettling yet intoxicating. As soon as he entered his room, Lucifer tossed the system onto the floor, ignoring the small panda-like creature that squeaked in surprise.

He headed straight into the bathroom without a second glance. System 4858 lay still on the carpet for a moment, its body small and fluffy, almost pitiful. If it were a three-dimensional creature, it would have probably been sprawled awkwardly. 

The system slowly pulled itself up, its round panda eyes reflecting a deep sense of helplessness. With a soft groan, it climbed onto the bed and lay there, motionless. 

System 4858 knew all too well what Lucifer was about to do. After all, it had accompanied him through countless worlds. 

Inside the bathroom, Lucifer stood before the mirror. He removed his sunglasses, revealing his mesmerising pale blue eyes.

His expression, usually unreadable, was now laced with something darker, a brief flash of disgust as his gaze lingered on the black clothes he wore, and his lips curled into a sneer. 

His reflection stared back at him, cold and unfeeling. Quickly, he began shedding the black clothing, peeling off each piece until his bare chest was exposed.

His pale skin was almost translucent under the soft bathroom lights and as expected on his left chest near his heart there was a golden and black tattoo. It was a tattoo no, more than that. It seemed alive, pulsating with an unknown energy. 

A pair of angelic wings, mixed with black and golden, were etched into his skin, the lines surrounded by a crimson glow that almost seemed to flicker like fire. 

The tattoo was vivid, so detailed that it looked like it could lift off his skin at any moment. 

The contrast between the light and dark wings was jarring, but what was more unsettling was the way the crimson light around them seemed to pulse in time with Lucifer's heartbeat as if the tattoo itself was alive.

Lucifer's gaze softens. He touched the tattoo lightly with his fingertips, a Soft sign escaping from his lips. "Sigh~"

Lucifer then looked at his black hair and clicked his tongue. His pale blue eyes flashed with the red light and soon his black hair turned red. 

The deep black strands that had framed his face started to change, slowly turning a fiery red, not the crimson of blood, but the rich, vibrant hue of a setting sun. 

It was as if the light of the dying day had found its home in his hair, radiating warmth and menace in equal measure. Lucifer clicked his tongue in mild annoyance, running a hand through his now flaming red hair. 

It cascaded over his neck, falling in waves that caught the light and gleamed like molten fire. The transformation was subtle, yet it made him seem even more attractive, an untouchable force of nature. 

He examined himself in the mirror, his lips curling into a small, self-satisfied smile. The soft glow in his pale blue eyes dimmed as he turned away, his reflection now a figure of both celestial beauty and undeniable danger.

Lucifer had changed, not just in appearance but in the aura that surrounded him. As Lucifer left the bathroom wearing a bath rope, his movements were unhurried, almost lazy, but the atmosphere around him had shifted. 

He glanced at the system lying motionless on the bed. System 4858, sensing its host's gaze, trembled slightly. It had witnessed Lucifer's transformations before, yet each time sent a shiver of fear down its non-existent spine. 

The tiny panda-like creature glanced up, its wide eyes filled with dread. "Sob...sob... Who will save me from this tyrant?" it whimpered softly, its voice trembling as it huddled into itself. 

The space it occupied was nothing more than a metaphorical prison, one Lucifer had designed to keep the system in check. It could barely move without his permission, and right now, Lucifer's power seemed more oppressive than ever. 

"You're too noisy," Lucifer remarked in a low, cold voice, his gaze flickering briefly toward the trembling system. His smile was calm, almost gentle, but there was something in his expression that made the system freeze in terror. 

The system immediately silenced itself, nodding furiously in its panda form, its oversized eyes filled with fear. "Yes, yes! You're absolutely right, my great host! Too noisy indeed!" 

It tried to act cute, hoping to avoid Lucifer's wrath, but inside, it was shaking with fear. Lucifer paid no further attention, With a smooth motion, he crossed the room, his bare feet silent on the plush carpet. 

He opened his luggage and peered inside, his pale blue eyes scanning the contents. A frown tugged at his brow as he looked at the clothing within. 

The sight displeased him. 

Lucifer had a peculiar habit, he only wore white. The system knew this all too well, yet the luggage contained nothing but dark clothes.  With an exasperated sigh, Lucifer let the robe fall loosely over his shoulders and strode to the desk. He opened the sleek laptop that lay there, the cold blue light from the screen illuminating his features as he began to type.

 His fingers moved swiftly, though his expression remained calm, indifferent. He didn't care about the price; money was of no consequence to him. He simply ordered what he found pleasing to his eye. 

The original owner of this body, after all, had left him with more than enough. A genius in his own right, the original owner had built a small but thriving company but for Lucifer, it was woefully insufficient. A drop in the ocean of power and wealth he had been accustomed to.

Lucifer closed the laptop with a soft click, a faint smile playing on his lips. His gaze shifted toward the system lying on the bed, trembling as it awaited his next command. That gentle smile on his face made the system's heart (if it had one) race with terror. 

System 4858 knew exactly what was expected of it. "Don't worry, host! I know what to do," it said, its voice shaky but obedient. Without hesitation, the system connected its vast network of data to Lucifer's accounts, immediately accessing every financial avenue at its disposal. As it worked, the system's database proved to be invaluable.

It was, after all, one of the most sophisticated systems in the universe, able to sift through vast amounts of information in mere moments. It dug into stocks, financial portfolios, and market trends with mechanical precision. 

After years of doing this for Lucifer, System 4858 had become an expert in manipulating the stock market and the flow of money.

Lucifer walked to the large window of the hotel room and pulled the curtains aside. The city outside was bustling with life, a constant flow of people moving along the streets below, unaware of the presence that loomed above them. 

He gazed down at the world with a detached curiosity, his pale blue eyes calm and emotionless. His posture was relaxed, leaning slightly against the window frame with a sense of lazy carelessness. 

The red glow of his hair, reminiscent of a dying sunset, cast a soft, warm light around his features. He watched the people below with an almost bored expression. 

"How peaceful," he muttered to himself, his voice so soft it barely broke the silence of the room. His lips curled into a faint smile, but it was more cynical than content. 

The peace he observed down below felt hollow to him fragile, fleeting, and utterly insignificant. 

The system, still working feverishly, shuddered at the sound of Lucifer's voice. It knew that whenever Lucifer spoke in that calm, detached tone, something was about to change.

It sped up its work, digging deeper into the accounts, siphoning funds, and moving assets with inhuman speed. "Miserable… too miserable," System 4858 whispered under its breath as it frantically worked to fulfil its host's expectations. 

As the system toiled away, Lucifer remained by the window, watching the world outside with cold, distant eyes. The city's lights flickered like stars below him, but to Lucifer, they were nothing more than insignificant sparks.

Just like the people themselves, small, fleeting lives would soon burn out, leaving nothing but darkness in their wake. He exhaled softly, his breath fogging the glass for a brief moment. His reflection stared back at him, and for the first time in a while, Lucifer felt an odd stillness.