The Useless Heir Returns

"Lucifer, stop, you will kill him!" one of the guys sitting at the same table as with him tried to stop him, but Lucifer kicked him aside.

Lucifer picked up a bottle from the table in front of them, filled with drinks, and ran up to a guy standing close to the bar.

He smashed the bottle on the wall and the lower part of the bottle shattered into pieces. He grabbed the guy in front of him by the collar and pushed him against the counter.

"You bastard, how dare you curse at my father? A low-life shit like you, whose father couldn't even afford for you to go to college." Lucifer said as he brought the jagged broken bottle over the guy's face, almost like he was about to stab it into his eyes. On a closer look, one could actually tell that he was already drunk.

At that single moment, the guy saw his life flash before his eyes in just a second. He was so terrified that he started to pee his pants. The guy already had a swollen bump above his left eye, and there were traces of blood at the corner of his mouth as well.

The security finally arrived and separated the two.

"Five boxes for each of you. Throw this trash out of the club," Lucifer ordered the security men. They looked at each other and, without wasting time, grabbed the guy and dragged him out of the building.

Lucifer walked back to his seat, half-drunk, and sat with a drunken smirk on his face. He picked up a half-empty bottle of expensive alcohol on his table and threw his arms over the two women sitting on either side of him.

There were two guys sitting with him at the same table, probably his friends, and they seemed to be drunk as well.

"Another round!" Lucifer shouted, his voice slurring as he waved the bottle toward the bar. "My old man got my back, so drink up!" He let out a loud, crazy laugh that made people at the nearby table shake their heads in disgust. To people here, Lucifer was the perfect example of a spoiled brat.

Soon, his phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it and kissed the lady sitting on his right side.

His phone buzzed again with an incoming call.

He finally groaned and pulled it out, squinting at the screen as if the light were hurting his eyes. He stood up, swaying slightly, and nearly knocked over the bottles of drinks on the table.

"Lucifer, where are you going?" one of the guys sitting with him asked.

"Hold on, man... I will be back. I need to take this call—probably the old man telling me I’ve reached my credit limit again." He stumbled toward the back exit, bumping into a security guard and offering a half-hearted apology that was ignored.

He finally got to the washroom and glanced at the screen. Only then did he realize that it wasn't his father calling. It was Butler Roman, his father's most trusted aide and personal assistant. His face twisted slightly as he wondered why the butler was calling him.

He finally brought the phone close to his ear.

"Lucifer," an elderly shaky voice came through from the other end.

"What?" Lucifer said with an irritated look on his face as he leaned against the tiled wall.

"Lucifer, we have a big problem at home," Roman said.

"You have a big problem at home? And you're calling me?" Lucifer said, feeling amused as he took a sip from the bottle in his left hand.

Roman sighed. "Lucifer, this is no joke."

"Oh... well, what could be troubling my old man?" he asked.

"Lucifer... your father is dead," the chilling voice of the butler came from the speaker.

Hearing that, Lucifer quickly straightened his back. His grip on the phone tightened for a second, and the drunken haze in his eyes disappeared instantly.

Lucifer suddenly smiled and he leaned against the wall and began to laugh like he have heard the funniest joke of his life. "Hahahaha... seriously? Is that the new trick he wants to use to bring me back home?"

"Tsk..." an extremely irritated sigh came from the phone. "Lucifer, can you be serious for once? This is your father we are talking about!" The desperate voice of the butler rang out.

"How did he die, anyways?" Lucifer asked.

"It was a car accident," the butler answered.

"I see... you people should go ahead and bury him," Lucifer simply said.

"What do you mean by that?" Roman's confused voice came from the other end.

"Let me have the phone" Another familiar voice spoke from the background. Lucifer furrowed his brow, trying to recall the voice.

"Lucifer, your presence is needed, here!" a different voice rang from the phone this time, and Lucifer finally recognized his uncle's voice.

"You are the next heir of the Tronix Automotive company. Listen carefully Lucifer. Your father's burial will be arranged tomorrow, and iwant to see you at first light." His uncle said and hung up the call.

The smile on Lucifer's face slowly vanished, and his expression darkened as he lowered the phone from his ear. He stood there, staring at his reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall. He was indeed handsome, but at this moment he wasn't admiring himself. He quickly opened the door and walked out of the washroom.

few minutes later, Lucifer approached their table and picked up his coat hanging on the leather sofa as he spoke. "James, time to go."

Just as those words left his mouth, a young guy dressed in a black suit, sitting at the next table, suddenly rose from his seat and followed after him.

"Lucifer, are you already leaving? Come on, there is still enough time. We haven't even finished yet," the drunk ladies tried to call him back, but Lucifer paid no attention to them.

As he stepped out of the club into the cold street, he quickly threw on his coat, and James opened the back door of the car. Lucifer slid into the sleek sports car, and James quickly drove off at lightning speed.

'He died in a car accident? I don't believe it.'

Lucifer thought to himself, and his eyes flashed with a chilling light.