The drug

In the beginning, perhaps in ancient times, perhaps even earlier, the first powers humanity in the West wielded seemed to have come from external things.

Blood, objects imbued with unusual energies from nature, special languages, and so on. As mediums for accessing the supernatural forces that existed in nature, they were gradually discovered and put to use.

Lucifer bit her finger and used her blood to write an ancient form of Hebrew on Uncle Am's body—even within the ancient Hebrew writing system, it belonged to the realm of the mystical.

But without question, this was a system separate from her own power—even ordinary people could use it if they had enough materials and knew the method.

Of course, such a crude application of ancient supernatural power would not produce particularly good results.

But in Lucifer's current state, it offered her a chance to avoid losing completely, with no possibility of turning things around—even though she had never intended to make a comeback.

"Oh... it looks like my blood still contains the power of my essence."

Lucifer frowned as she watched the blood-red inscriptions on Uncle Am's body begin to glow under her manipulation.

From this, she could deduce something about the mystery of her lost power—perhaps her connection to the source of her power had merely been severed, like a blocked road.

Of course, she did not think clearing that road would be easy.

Since the power within her blood remained, there were more things she could do... Lucifer pondered for a moment, then came up with a new idea.

"SU-DUO-TA... A-WAR... GA-QI-XI... KU-O... WENG..."

Her lips moved, uttering one strange syllable after another... This was an ancient summoning spell that used her blood as a medium to summon a familiar from Hell to serve her.

Lucifer did not dare