Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1237: A chance At Redemption

Enel and the werewolf commanders stormed out of the building, their feet pounding against the trembling ground.

The scene before them was beyond comprehension—a giant, swirling void, impossibly vast and ominous, hovered in the distance, consuming everything in its path.

The air itself seemed to be drawn into its abyss, as if the plane’s very essence was surrendering to the eye’s infinite hunger.

High above, the celestial host retreated, and their forms shimmered faintly as they ascended back into the heavens, slipping into the cold void of space.

Their departure was silent, accompanied by the indifference to the devastation they had wrought.

Perseus hovered in the air. His protective shield still held firm over the city.

His eyes narrowed at the swirling chaos in the distance, his fists tightening. Even he knew that his power would not be enough to hold back that much chaos.

This was an End.

He looked below and shook his head.

Those of significant power like him and Tomato might be able to escape but the people below, men, women and children, living their ordinary lives was a different matter.

The deaths were already too much.

Tomato, perched on Vandora’s massive back, stared at the giant eye with a deep frown. The hell beast beneath her shifted uneasily, her massive claws gripping the trembling earth as molten magma spilled around her.

"It’s over," Vandora murmured, her voice soft but filled with resignation.

Tomato’s tail flicked irritably as she scowled, her usual cocky demeanor dimmed by the weight of the situation. "Tch, don’t say that. I hate giving up. There’s gotta be something we can do."

But even she knew the odds—they were staring at destruction incarnate.

Back at the building, Enel stormed back inside, his fury boiling over. He grabbed Victor by the neck, dragging him out into the open as the werewolf commanders watched in stunned silence. With one hand, Enel shoved Victor forward, forcing him to look at the eye tearing their world apart.

"Look!" Enel bellowed, his voice laced with rage and grief. "Look at what you’ve done, Alpha! This is your legacy!"

Victor’s eyes widened in horror as he stared at the destruction. His breath hitched, his voice trembling. "No… no… this wasn’t supposed to happen," he stammered. "Lucifer promised… he promised no harm would come to my people—no harm to my plane!"

As he spoke, Victor clutched his chest, a sharp pain searing through him. He coughed violently, blood spilling from his lips and staining the ground. His body convulsed as if something deep within him was being torn away.

He glanced down at his arm, his breath catching in his throat. The mark of Lucifer—the three intertwined sixes that had been his badge of power and his curse—began to fade. The once vivid symbols dissolved like grains of sand swept away by an unseen wind.

Victor’s eyes filled with despair as the truth hit him like a thunderclap. "No… no… no!" he cried, his voice breaking. He clutched his arm as if to stop the mark from disappearing, but it was futile. He fell to his knees, his shoulders trembling.

Enel stood over him, his gaze piercing. "You’ve been abandoned," he said coldly. "Lucifer used you and left you to rot... He has a habit of doing this. He did it to me too."

Victor shook his head weakly, his voice barely audible. "He promised… he swore to me…"

"And you were fool enough to believe him," Enel spat, his tone unforgiving. "You traded everything for lies."

Victor’s body trembled as he pressed his forehead to the ground, his voice cracking. "I didn’t mean for this to happen… I just wanted…" He couldn’t finish the sentence. The weight of his actions bore down on him like the eye itself.

The commanders watched in silence, their expressions a mix of anger, disappointment, and sorrow.

Above them, the void’s eerie hum filled the air, a haunting melody of despair that seemed to mock Victor’s broken state.

Enel let out a deep sigh, his frustration simmering as he stared down at Victor’s defeated form.

His hands clenched at his sides, the fury within him demanding release, but he forced himself to calm. Anger wouldn’t solve the problem. The treasures were gone, and the eye was devouring the plane. Pushing blame now would only waste precious time.

He strode toward Victor, who knelt trembling on the ground. Without warning, Enel grabbed Victor by the face, raising it so their eyes met.

Then, with a sharp motion, he delivered a resounding slap that echoed like thunder. The force of it snapped Victor’s head to the side, drawing gasps from the werewolf commanders around them.

Even Perseus, still holding his protective barrier in the distance, turned his head slightly, his expression unreadable.

Victor blinked, stunned. His cheek stung, but it wasn’t just the pain that shocked him—it was the sheer audacity.

"Enough of this self-pity," Enel said sharply, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. "Yes, you made a mistake, Victor. A monumental one. But if you sit here and do nothing now, if you wallow in your shame, everyone—your people, your children, your grandchildren—will die. Do you understand? They will all die."

Victor’s lips parted, but no words came. His body trembled as Enel leaned closer, gripping his shoulder firmly.

"The Victor I knew—the Victor I still know—would never let his own people perish. You’re not just their Alpha; you’re their protector. And right now, I need that Victor. They need him too."

Enel’s words struck like a hammer to Victor’s soul, sparking a memory buried deep within the centuries. His breathing slowed as his mind traveled back, back to a time long ago on Earth.

He was younger then, barely more than a boy. He had been cornered, nearly consumed by a grotesque wall of writhing, consuming flesh.

In that moment of despair, Lenny had stood over him, his words fiery and commanding. Lenny had roused something within him—his pride, his strength, his purpose. That speech had been the turning point in his life, setting him on a path of unimaginable greatness.

Tears welled in Victor’s eyes as the memory faded, replaced by the present. He looked up at Enel, his gaze trembling but resolute.

"Thank you… Enel," Victor whispered, his voice hoarse but steady. "I needed that." He wiped his face, shaking away the despair that had clung to him.

"Is there a way?" Enel asked, his tone softer now but still firm.

Victor stood shakily, but his posture grew steadier with each second. His gaze turned to the horizon, where the massive eye continued to consume everything in its path.

"Yes," he said, his voice gaining strength. "This isn’t the first time I’ve seen the angels use a weapon like this. The eye is designed to devour the core of the plane itself. Once it’s consumed, its hunger will be sated, and it will stop."

Gasps erupted from the commanders around him. Commander Marian stepped forward, her face pale. "That thing will devour the entire plane’s core? My lord Alpha Victor, we don’t have that kind of time!"

Victor shook his head. "We don’t need that much time. We just need to last until it’s done with the core. I… I can release the bulk of my power."

The room grew silent at his words.

"The bulk of your power?" Commander Kael echoed, his brow furrowed.

Victor nodded. "Yes. The power that’s been sealed within me all these years. At its peak, I was at the Greater Demon rank, just a step into the Arcane. If I release it… I can create a barrier strong enough to withstand the pull of the eye."

"But there’s a catch," Enel said, his sharp mind already working ahead.

Victor gave a solemn nod. "Yes. The barrier will hold, but the people will be trapped in a void—a space of nothingness. No air, no atmosphere. They’ll need a source of oxygen to survive."

The commanders exchanged uneasy glances.

"We don’t have time to argue," Victor added, his voice firm. "I know I’ve betrayed you, but if you trust me now, I can give this city a chance."

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Enel’s gaze locked with Victor’s for a long moment. Finally, he nodded, "do it, let me worry about the oxygen..."