At the Columbarium

[Memory retrieval sucessful]

[Healing capacity currently at 60%]

Lucian gasped as he awoke, his eyes snapping open in shock, his breaths heavy as he finally remembered who he was. His mother, his father, Felicia, and Jakob all came rushing back into his mind.

Nearby, Dana and Drake were arguing in hushed tones.

“I’m sorry, but this is on you, Drake. You keep stressing him out!” Dana scolded in a whisper. “You shouldn’t have told him about Godfather’s death when he hasn’t fully recovered. You were too quick and didn’t even consider how he’d feel!”

Drake looked at Dana, struggling for a response, and then noticed Lucian’s eyes were wide open.

“Your precious boss is awake. Now, go exert your focus on him instead,” Drake said, turning her toward Lucian.

Dana’s eyes widened, and she quickly rushed to Lucian’s side. “You’re finally awake, boss! It’s been hours! You had us—had me—worried.”

Lucian exhaled heavily, his mind still reeling.

It felt like he had just experienced an awakening.

So, Jakob was his stepbrother.

He remembered meeting Felicia once. That woman better be ready to die.

And his father? He had actually never seen him. He heard Davis was mostly a man married to his work. He hardly showed himself to the media, unlike his son. He was rarely present at events, always sending his son or wife in his stead.

“Boss?” Dana called out with a tearful gaze. She hated how he was always so quiet, leaving them to guess what was on his mind.

Lucian looked at both of them and sat up, his upper body now fully healed, though his leg was still injured.

“It seems you’re getting better,” Drake observed, a smile spreading across his face.

Lucian nodded, taking in the sight of them. It was amusing how much they knew about him. Unlike Drake, who he considered a close friend, Dana was someone who constantly followed him around, offered to drive him to wherever, and had the means to find out the truth about his past.

Although everyone knew he wasn’t Godfather’s biological son, few knew the details of his adoption.

“How was he buried?” Lucian asked Drake. “He always said he didn’t want to be buried in the ground, so I’m guessing he was cremated. I’d like to pay my respects.”

“He’s at the columbarium at Metro Cemetery. Why? Do you want us to go right now?” Drake questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Lucian was about to nod when Dana suddenly shouted, “What’s wrong with you, Drake?! Look, I’m sorry, I’m trying to be respectful as much as I can, but how can you encourage him to go when he’s not in the right condition?”

“I’m good, Dana,” Lucian said, looking at her with a steady gaze. “Just tell the doctor to get me crutches. No one is keeping me here. Go now.”

Dana pouted while Drake smirked at her. “For someone who’s trying to be respectful, you sure shout at me a lot.”

Dana rolled her eyes in annoyance and walked away to fetch the doctor.

Lucian arrived at the Columbarium, carefully using his crutches as he approached his Godfather’s resting place.

His name was Donald Stone.

He stood before the picture of Donald Stone, his gaze fixed on the urn that held his Godfather’s ashes.

Dressed in baggy trousers and a loose sweatshirt, Lucian let out a heavy sigh. The weight of the moment made him feel speechless, as though the words he wished to express were trapped within him.

Godfather had rescued him, granting him a new lease on life, even though he was gonna run him over if Lucian hadn't stopped the car with his strength, and that was because someone like his Godfather didn't care that a little boy was in his way.

He was saved and transformed into a weapon of sorts, though his Godfather had never explicitly stated it.

Lucian wasn’t naïve, but he was still grateful.

Because being alive was enough.

Being alive meant he had a chance for revenge, something he could only pursue while he was still breathing.

With a trembling breath, Lucian spoke softly, “Thank you so much, Godfather. I always loved you and am deeply grateful for everything you did for me... everything you've given me. You were the only family I thought I had until today. You were the only one who stood by me when I needed someone. Whoever did this to you… will definitely pay dearly.”

His eyes were misty as he spoke, and he clenched his teeth, struggling to hold back tears.

The revelation of his true identity was something he had wanted to share with his Godfather first. Now, with the Godfather gone, he just felt like he had no one once again.

He suddenly felt alone.

A deep, shaky breath escaped him as he lowered his gaze in deep thoughts. “Why don't I know what to do all of a sudden? I feel lost. Overwhelmed. And I have no one to talk to. What am I gonna do? Where am I gonna start from? Why do I have to lose you too?”

Dana had never seen Lucian so vulnerable before.

Moved by the sight, she approached him and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head gently against his chest.

Lucian, slightly startled, took a step back while still gripping his crutches, and looked down at her in a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, don't worry,” Dana reassured him, smiling at the feeling of being in his arms.

Lucian let out a slow, deep breath, accepting the warmth of her presence without protest.

Drake, arms folded and a determined look on his face, spoke up. “If you’re wondering where to start, it’s simple. You need to step into Godfather’s role to restore order and give everyone confidence. We all believe that with you taking charge, nothing like what happened will occur again. After that, we’ll focus on taking down William Craig for what he did to you and Godfather.”

Drake’s voice grew more intense as he concluded, “He thought that hitting you with two cars would finish you off. He’s gravely mistaken!”

[Healing capacity currently at 80%]

“Hitting me with two cars…” Lucian repeated, his gaze drifting back to the urn. “He must have really wanted me dead,” he murmured, his thoughts drifting back to Jakob.

Drake nodded in agreement. “Absolutely. He knew you were the only one who could stop him, so getting you out of the way was his priority. It’s surprising, though, that just two weeks later, you're already on your feet—well, not fully. But you get the idea.”

As Drake continued to discuss William Craig, Lucian began to question whether Drake’s theory held any weight.

He wondered if Drake’s suspicions about Craig were correct—perhaps Craig had somehow tracked him to the location where he was supposed to meet Jakob.

However, Lucian quickly dismissed this idea.

The vans had been in position long before he arrived at the meeting spot with Jakob. They were waiting for him. William Craig couldn’t have known exactly when he would show up.

Suddenly, Lucian hopped backward as Dana’s sudden movement nearly caused him to lose his balance. The jolt gave him a brief shock. “Alright, I think that’s enough with the hugging…”

Drake immediately dragged Dana away from Lucian. “The man said it’s enough.”

“Hmph,” She rolled her eyes away, before turning her gaze back to Lucian with a look of concern. “So what’s the next step? We’re ready to follow your lead.”

Lucian instinctively turned his head and noticed an elderly, hunched man approaching a compartment where an urn was placed. The man selected one of the urns, their eyes meeting briefly before he hurried away.

But to Lucian, the man didn’t appear merely old, hunched, and frail. There was something unsettlingly different about him beneath that seemingly innocent exterior.

[Alert: Your Golden Eyes have detected a demon.]