As the bars started melting, the hot liquid metal dripped down, burning his hand. The blazing hot metal that burnt his hand was painful.
However, Lucifer was more immersed in trying to get out of the prison at any cost that he was willing to sacrifice his hands, trusting his healing to help him later.
If it were any other person, they would have already lost consciousness from the pain of molten metal around their palm; however, Lucifer didn't lose his consciousness. He hadn't even when he was tortured in the Facility.
The pain he went through now was nothing at all compared to before that was the limit humanly possible. If he was able to stay up until he died last time, staying conscious now was a child's play for him.
...
As the bars started heating up, they became more prone to bending as well. The bars started bending slowly as their strength decreased with each passing second.
Slowly, the distance between the two bars started increasing as Lucifer pulled them apart to make space for him to live.
After what seemed like a short period of time, the space between two consecutive bars became wide enough for him to pass through and escape.
He took his hands off the bar after the space was wide enough for him to leave and freed the bars.
He looked at his palm, which barely had any flesh. Only his bare bones were visible, which made his hands look gruesome and scary.
....
The bars were two inches thick previously. However, at the moment, only a few millimeters wide bar was left in the place he had been holding since the rest of the bar at that spot had melted.
It would have disappeared entirely if he had kept his hand there for a few seconds longer.
...
Being done with the cage, he decided it was time to leave as he took a step forward while turning his body to the side.
The black lightning glove also vanished from his hand as he passed through the gap.
As he left the cage, he caught the bars and started climbing up the cage from outside.
In a few short seconds, he was standing on top of the cage, gazing at the helicopter that was carrying it.
The rain had stopped, but the sky wasn't clear yet. The wind was still chilly that could clearly be felt as it brushed against his bare chest.
His face looked as determined as it could while his long silver hair waved with the flow of wind. His face did look a lot pale now, though, which seemed a bit strange.
...
Lucifer looked upwards at the helicopter that was carrying the cage. He could escape now with the help of his Wind Control.
He would have been safe even if he had jumped; however, he decided against it.
Even though he had learned that being impulsive was bad, he didn't realize that he was still letting his impulse control him.
He wanted to kill the ones that made him suffer and entrapped him. More importantly, he wanted to be taken to the Facility so he could destroy everything.
He needed the location of the facility, and only these people could tell him. If he jumped now, finding it later was going to be tough.
He looked at the wire rope that was tied to the cage and the helicopter. Wondering if the rope could also resist his decay, he grabbed it and started climbing up.
As Lucifer held the wire rope that was attached to the cage and the helicopter, he realized that he was wrong.
The wire rope felt cold to the touch, but as soon as he touched it, the rope started decaying rather than staying in its original condition.
The anti-decaying liquid that was used in making the cage wasn't used in the wire rope; thus, it wasn't impervious to the decaying powers of Lucifer.
Lucifer was sure that if he delayed for any longer, the wire rope would break, and the cage would fall, which might alert the enemies. Rather than holding onto one spot constantly or climbing slowly, he started climbing upwards at a faster pace before the entire rope could decay.
The places he held the rope decayed, but before they could get too damaged since he was fast.
Within seconds, he had reached the top.
The wire rope was joined to the hook, which was at the bottom. He held the rope with one hand as he gazed towards the landing skids of the helicopter.
He made both his feet grab the rope as he jumped to push himself towards the helicopter's left landing skid.
With the help of his power of wind, he was able to reach the Landing Skid effortlessly.
As Lucifer caught the landing skid, Caen felt something. He felt the helicopter shake which was accompanied by a subtle sound.
"Alright, Vega. I will have to call you later," Caen said to Vega before he disconnected the call.
He looked towards the screen in the helicopter dashboard, which was showing the footage of the cage.
"What the heck? Where did he go?" he exclaimed in surprise.
He could see the bent bars on the screen that were a little melted as well.
"Fascinating," he muttered as he smiled.
He had a general idea of where Lucifer might be at the moment since his senses were somewhat good. He had heard some noise, so he was sure that Lucifer was still near. So he wasn't disappointed. Instead, he was surprised to see that Lucifer was able to escape even from this.
He gazed towards the door of the helicopter that he had left open previously.
A smile appeared on his face as he saw a young boy standing there. The boy had beautiful silver hair that was wet and sticking close to his body. His long hair came down to his waist.
His face was still emotionless as he gazed at Caen. His blue eyes were staring at Caen, looking at him as an enemy.
