After a few minutes of silence, Lucifer walked back to his bed and sat there, trying to calm his breathing. He felt exhausted, as if he had just run a marathon, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins kept him alert.


    As the high of the intense emotions he had experienced began to wear off, the weight of his actions started to sink in. The reality of what he had done began to dawn on him as he took in the sight of the two men''s lifeless bodies on the floor.


    The sudden rush of adrenaline that had fueled his rage and violence had now left him feeling empty and cold. Yet he didn''t feel any regret or shame about what he had done.


    It was the same when he killed all the robbers during the charity event. Nothing mattered other than his own needs and wants.


    And this time, it was no different either. They had tried to take advantage of his women, so they were nothing more than insects that needed to be crushed.


    They had deserved every single moment of pain and suffering that Lucifer had inflicted upon them, and he felt a grim satisfaction at having meted out his version of justice.


    The society''sw wouldn''t have served justice properly anyway.


    Even when they convicted criminals, they had to mind human rights and all that bullshit. Even the most gruesome of criminals only got a few decades of imprisonment or death, if unlucky.


    And how many times do criminalse out of prison to repeat their crimes, or worse? Wasn''t it a waste of resources to keep feeding and maintaining such people?


    Human rights? What about the rights of those victims? What about their families? What about the innocent people whose lives were ruined because of those vile people? It seemed like no one cared about that.


    All they got was some sympathy from people they knew or people on the news for the time being, and then everyone moved on with their lives.


    Forgotten. Erased.


    While the criminals lived on, sometimes even thriving. Feeding on the weak and innocent for as long as they wanted until they were thrown behind bars again or killed by someone who had enough of their shit.


    It was a broken system. It served to control the weak while letting the strong thrive, even when they did all the horrible things imaginable.


    But he was different. He would not tolerate anyone hurting him or his loved ones, so what was the point of leaving those pests alive in this world? They didn''t deserve it.


    As for consequences? He couldn''t care less about that.


    He had powers and means to escape all kinds of trouble, and nothing could touch him until he wanted it to touch him. Nothing could stop him now. Not anymore.


    So, he would do whatever he wanted. If someone dared to hurt him or his girls, he would crush them. It was as simple as that.


    No matter who they were or what their status in society was, if they messed with him, he would make them pay.


    "Fuck... Enough of this shit! I shouldn''t be thinking about this worthless stuff... I am not some saint anyway," Lucifer said aloud to himself, breaking away from his thoughts.


    Looking at the dead bodies on the floor again, he chuckled before snapping his fingers.


    Swish...


    Dark mes engulfed both corpses, burning everything to ash in a few minutes and then disappearing without a trace, as though they were never there in the first ce.


    The only evidence left behind were the sttered blood on the floor and walls, which would take time to clean up.


    "FUCK! Why didn''t I torture them inside the bathroom? This shit is going to take forever to clean. Ugh... Talk about enjoying my night with mydies. These bastards ruined everything." Lucifer groaned in frustration and then grabbed a towel, intending to start the cleaning process.


    ***


    After a long time of scrubbing and cleaning every inch of the blood-stained floor and walls, Lucifer finally managed to erase all evidence of the murders that had taken ce earlier.


    However, he knew that blood would always leave stains. And even when it seemed that there was no trace left behind, it was always there, hidden from sight.


    So, even though he had cleaned up everything and erased all traces of the crime, if someone were to use a special tool to find any leftover bloodstains, it wouldn''t be long before they discovered his secret.


    Then again, who would think of doing such a thing on private property? And why would someone even search for bloodstains here?


    As for the two dead men? They will be just another part of the long list of missing people cases that happen every year. No one would even suspect him. After all, he didn''t have anything to do with two random workers, whom he met only for the first time today.


    And it didn''t seem that any other people were involved or aware of their n either. Otherwise, they would havee to check on them after they were taking too long.


    But there was no one.


    So, it was just a coincidence that they decided to target him and his women after learning that they would be staying here today.


    "What a bunch of fools!" Lucifer shook his head before looking at the bloodstained towels he used to wipe all the blood.


    With the dark mes, he burned the towels and turned them into ash, then went to the bathroom to clean himself.


    After taking a quick shower and drying his hair with a towel, he put on the nightwear that was kept for him earlier.


    Without wasting any more time, Lucifer stepped out of the room and checked both Jennifer''s and Jessica''s rooms.


    They seemed to have fallen asleep due to the drugs while waiting in the bed, not even realizing what had just happened. Although he was disappointed, seeing them safe and sound made him feel relieved too.