Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1233: I Am King

Victor stood tall amidst the growing tension, his demeanor calm, almost casual, as though he were discussing the weather. "Relax," he said, his tone steady but unnervingly dismissive. "The fallen angels aren’t here to harm anyone. They’re only here for the treasures kept with Vandora, the Hell Beast. Once they’ve retrieved what they came for, everyone can go back to their daily lives as if nothing happened."

The room fell silent, his words sinking in like venom. His nonchalant delivery only added to the insult, sparking an undercurrent of anger in the werewolf commanders.

Commander Marian’s fists clenched at her sides, and one of the younger commanders growled low in his throat.

The idea that their Alpha—the one who was supposed to protect them—was siding with their sworn enemies, the fallen angels, an enemy of the entire known universe, was beyond comprehension.

Enel broke the tense silence. His voice, calm but commanding, drew everyone’s attention. "Perseus. Tomato." He turned to them, his dark gaze steady. "You two, go assist Vandora. She may have once been the pet of the Morningstar, but that was a long time ago. She is now under my will."

The command struck like thunder. Even the werewolf commanders looked shocked. Vandora, the Hell Beast, was a creature of immense power, and Enel’s declaration of ownership over her was audacious. And there was aldo yhe fact that he was commanding known Lords of the Lenny Royal family.

Even Victor could not command them, but only made requests of their power.

But it was his next statement that truly sent ripples of disbelief through the room.

"I’ll stay here and handle Victor."

Gasps echoed around the chamber. The werewolf commanders exchanged incredulous glances. Even Perseus, who had a reputation for his boldness, would never claim to be able to face Victor alone.

Despite the planar boundaries sealing many of Victor’s powers, he was still an overwhelming force—one that none of them dared to challenge lightly.

But Perseus and Tomato didn’t hesitate. Without a word, they nodded, trust and resolve evident in their expressions. They turned on their heels and began rushing toward the exit.

As they left, Tomato glanced over her shoulder, her smirk returning briefly despite the situation. "Leave a piece of his face for me, Enel," she called out, her voice carrying her usual sass. "I’ll be back to punch it!"

The brief levity didn’t lighten the tension in the room. Commander Marian stepped forward, flanked by the other commanders. Her voice was firm, resolute. "We’re staying," she declared. "We’ll help you take Victor down."

Victor chuckled, a deep, mocking sound that echoed through the chamber. He raised a hand, his obsidian claws shimmering with dark energy. "Forgotten your place, have you?" he mused, his voice laced with amusement.

Marian and a few of the other commanders sprang into action, their movements swift and precise. Some transformed mid-charge, their forms shifting into massive, snarling wolves. With a unified roar, they launched themselves at Victor, fangs bared and claws extended.

Victor smirked, spreading his arms wide as though welcoming the attack. "Come, my children," he taunted. "Let me see what you’re truly capable of."

The first wave reached him, and the battle erupted in a blur of ferocity.

Victor moved like a shadow, his obsidian claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. Each strike was accompanied by bursts of dark energy that sent wolves tumbling backward.

One commander lunged at his throat, but Victor sidestepped with inhuman speed, his claws raking across the wolf’s side. Another came from his blind spot, but Victor spun, his talons slashing upward and catching his attacker mid-leap.

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The room was a cacophony of growls, snarls, and the clash of claws against claws. Victor danced through the chaos, his movements almost graceful despite the brutality of his attacks. He was outnumbered, but it didn’t matter. Each wolf that charged him was met with overwhelming force, their efforts neutralized with apparent ease.

But the commanders didn’t relent. They regrouped, their sheer numbers creating a relentless tide. They came at him again, surging from all directions, their combined strength pressing down on him like a tidal wave.

Victor gritted his teeth as their weight bore down on him, his knees buckling slightly under the strain. For a moment, it seemed as though they might succeed in overwhelming him.

Then, Victor threw back his head and roared.

The sound wasn’t just a roar—it was a command, an invocation of his bond as their Alpha. His werewolf eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and the sheer force of his dominance swept through the room like a shockwave.

The effect was immediate. One by one, the wolves froze in place, their growls silenced as their bodies trembled. The primal bond between Alpha and pack surged to the forefront, compelling them to submission.

Their limbs gave out, and they fell to the ground, unable to resist the command that resonated deep within their souls.

All of them… except one.

Enel stood unmoved, his Dark gaze locked on Victor. Unlike the others, he hadn’t attacked. His expression was calm, unreadable, as though he had been waiting for this moment.

Victor’s glowing eyes narrowed, his smirk fading slightly. "Impressive," he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue.

Enel moved forward with a calm yet commanding stride, his dark eyes suddenly golden glowing faintly as he passed the fallen werewolf commanders.

Even Allison, strong and steadfast as she was, had succumbed to the weight of Victor’s Alpha presence. She looked up from where she knelt, her gaze filled with equal parts awe and confusion as Enel stepped past her.

The commanders, despite their submission, watched him intently. There was something about the way he walked—a presence, a force—that defied everything they had known.

Victor’s smirk returned, though it was laced with irritation. He raised his clawed hand again, amplifying the full force of his Alpha influence. The air around him shimmered with the oppressive energy of dominance, pressing down like a crushing weight.

Enel didn’t stop.

Victor’s smirk faltered as his eyes narrowed. "Let’s see you handle this, then," he growled, releasing his aura as a high-ranking cultivator. The room darkened as waves of his power rolled out like a suffocating tide, the sheer intensity causing cracks to spiderweb across the walls and floor.

Still, Enel advanced, his steps unbroken, his expression unchanging.

The silence was clear, broken only by the ragged breaths of the fallen wolves. Commander Kael, struggling against the invisible chains of submission, managed to lift his head. "How?" he croaked, disbelief etched across his face. "Isn’t Enel part of the pack? Shouldn’t he be subjected to the Alpha’s power?"

Victor’s frown deepened. His voice was sharp, tinged with anger and confusion. "Exactly. You’re part of my pack, Enel. How are you resisting me?"

Enel stopped just a few steps from Victor, his gaze piercing and unyielding. The room seemed to hold its breath as his voice rang out, clear and steady.

"You may be the Alpha of this pack," Enel said, his tone carrying the weight of an undeniable truth, "but I am the king."

The words echoed in the chamber like a thunderclap....

(Author’s note: Hell ya!)