Lucas Baker Resident Evil 7 Novels & Stories

Eren sighed, rubbing his head tiredly "I can't believe the evil in that man. He can't be a good person even with his only grandson." Lucas laughed sarcastically “What do you expect from a man who was not good even with his own child? For Arthur, everyone around him is just a toy, pawns that he moves according to his interests.” Eren sighed as he stood up to prepare to leave, before looking at Lucas who was still lying on the couch “Well, now we know where the vileness that was present in Lucian came from?” Lucas smiled as he looked at him, before the other left, leaving Lucas alone in the room to put his hand over his eyes

He took the next curve faster than the last one, and I shut my eyes for just a second, just long enough to breathe— Then I opened them, and I saw it. A cabin. Small, half-swallowed by the trees, smoke curling lazy from the chimney into the night sky. Valerian slammed the car to a stop. We were both out before the dust had settled. A figure stepped out onto the porch, unhurried, like he’d been expecting us for hours. Lucas. He had Liyana’s rabbit dangling from one hand. “I knew you’d come,” he said, almost gently, like he was greeting old friends.

Lucas Valerius rose slowly from his chair, straightening his wool suit, which remained impeccably tailored despite his long stay deep within this hidden underground bunker. His eyes fixed upon Liora with a twisted sense of pride the kind of admiration a creator feels toward his most perfect masterpiece. “You look truly beautiful, Liora,” Lucas said softly, his voice smooth yet laced with deadly venom. “You are the very image of your mother, back in the days when she still believed this world could be saved by honesty and goodness.” Mavric stepped forward instantly, positioning himself firmly in front of Liora, his pistol aimed unwaveringly directly at Lucas’s heart.

But as the smoke cleared, my eyes went wide. ​Standing at the door was a bloody figure. His shirt hung in tatters, the bandage on his chest soaked crimson. In his hand was an automatic rifle. It was none other than—Lucas Valentine! ​He was alive! He had cheated the Angel of Death and returned! ​"Mother! Stop!" Lucas’s voice thundered like a roar. Though he was doubled over in pain, his aim remained steady. ​Elena spun around, startled. "Lucas? You’re here? You were supposed to be dead!"

He snapped his gaze to hers, and in that moment, the connection they had built in the lake, in the warehouse, and in the cottage flared back to life. ​"You're right, Julian," Lucas said, stepping toward the desk. "I am a scavenger. But scavengers know how to survive on the things you throw away." ​Lucas didn't go for the drawer. He lunged across the desk. ​Julian pulled the trigger. ​The roar was deafening. The lead shot shredded the books on the wall behind Lucas, but Lucas had anticipated the kick. He dove low, the glass shard in his hand catching the light as he drove it into Julian’s thigh.

“Please, just find something that we can hold over Nate’s head, like what we planned.” My hold on the device is tightening, cold sweat running down my spine “We’re running out of time, that fucker hides his dirt so well. My hackers can’t find any shit about him. Not even a fucking parking ticket, Cali. Zakharov is adamant about taking the bait. I’m giving you the choice. I can end this with one bullet.” Fuck. I thought we could handle Zakharov. Is it going to be this brutal and bloody? No matter how much I hate Nate, I can’t bring myself into ending someone’s life so that I can be happy. I don’t believe Evan would want that either. He’s too good to be that kind of person.

Baker. He was also a shrewd businessman with a heart of gold, and Mr. Wilson had always looked up to him as a role model. "I don't know what to do," Mr. Wilson admitted. "Lucifer wants me to expose the Quadrillionaire as a fraudster, but I'm not sure that's the right thing to do." Mr. Baker raised an eyebrow. "Lucifer? You mean the Devil himself?" Mr. Wilson nodded gravely. "Yes. He appeared to me this morning and asked me to do this."

The Swiss bunker stank of wet earth and rotting roses. They found Lucian's corpse at the heart of the complex, his lifeless body wired into a grotesque throne of neural filaments and blackened rose stems. The glass assassin knelt before him, her fingers buried in the soil as tendrils of gold pulsed beneath her translucent skin. She didn't turn as they entered. "You're too late," she murmured. "The garden remembers everything." Eva's hands shook as she jacked into the central console. "Jeff... I can see them. All of them."

It was Connor. "Who are you?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing. She stood up, her gaze steady. "Evelyn Baker." She said out loud and proud. "What?" Connor exclaimed. He knew nothing of the organisation or it's runnings but he did know of the news that Evelyn baker, the evil assailant had finally been killed and everyone was finally at rest. And now this woman was Evelyn baker? He immediately sneakily brought out his recording pen and tapped on the cap, recording what she said. "Evelyn Baker? The assassin that's dead?"