Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1250: Where Is Heaven?

Enel sat at the center of the control room, a stark figure amidst the murmuring commanders.

Though his power rank was the lowest in the room, his presence commanded absolute authority. Perseus stood stoically to one side, his sharp eyes never leaving Enel, while Tomato lounged at his feet, her head resting comfortably on his thigh. She purred softly as Enel absentmindedly stroked her hair, the sight a mix of affection and power dynamics that none dared comment on.

Allison did not stand far from him, but obviously did not mind that Tomato was with her mate. Then again, Enel was no ordinary man, she did not believe that her alone was enough for him.

But she still had a special place and not just as his mother.

Enel took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping the room. "I called you all here for one reason," he began, his voice steady and deliberate. "Our enemy is Lucifer Morningstar."

The room fell silent. Even the faint hum of the control panels seemed to dim at those words.

"As you all know," Enel continued, "Lucifer has taken every treasure we had and will undoubtedly use them to heal Purgatory. If we allow this, his power will be restored, and not just Hell, but every plane of existence will fall under his dominion."

Murmurs rippled through the room, doubt clear in the air. One of the commanders, a tall, broad-shouldered figure with sharp, glowing eyes, spoke up. "With all due respect, my king, you say we must stop him. But how? The Morningstar is a legend, a force that even the Primordial demons and the gods feared."

Enel smirked at the skepticism. He leaned back slightly, his hand pausing in Tomato’s hair, drawing her curious gaze upward. "Let me tell you something about legends," he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "I’ve met Lucifer Morningstar before. And that wound on his chest that kept him trapped in Purgatory for a hundred years? That was my handiwork."

The room erupted in gasps and whispers. Tomato’s eyes widened, a grin spreading across her face, after all, she was there that day. Enel was not throwing empty words of boast.

Perseus’s expression remained unreadable, though his posture straightened slightly.

"So yes," Enel continued, his voice cutting through the noise, "Lucifer can be beaten. But make no mistake—we don’t have the power to do it right now. That’s why we need to stall him."

One of the other commanders leaned forward, his brows furrowed. "Stall him how?"

Enel’s gaze hardened. "We’re going to Heaven."

The room froze. The commanders exchanged incredulous looks, their disbelief palpable.

"Impossible," Commander Kael finally said, his voice a mix of disbelief and concern. "No one knows how to reach Heaven. It’s not like Purgatory or the other planes. Heaven is…"

"A myth?" Enel interrupted, leaning forward, his yellow eyes gleaming with determination. "That’s what they said about Purgatory too. And yet, I made it there and freed the fallen angels trapped within."

Kael’s lips tightened, but he said nothing.

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"Let me make one thing clear," Enel said, his voice low and commanding. "I’m not asking for blind faith. I brought you here because you, my commanders, are the greatest spies in the underworld. In just a hundred years, the werewolves have rivaled even the Ouroboros demon family in intelligence gathering. If anyone knows something about the path to Heaven, it’s you."

The room was silent again, the weight of his words sinking in. Then, Perseus, who had been quietly observing from the corner, stepped forward. His expression was grave as he raised his hand.

A holographic map flickered to life above the table, an intricate display of swirling stars, planes, and dimensions. It wasn’t just a map of a universe—it was a map of the multiverse. The nine Earths shone like jewels within the vast web of existence.

"This," Perseus said, his voice steady, "is what we know."

Perseus stepped forward, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the glowing holographic map of the multiverse. His sharp eyes flicked across the swirling dimensions, taking in the intricate connections between the nine Earths and the surrounding planes. Stroking his neatly trimmed beard, he began to speak, his voice steady and confident, with just a hint of authority that commanded attention.

"The multiverse," he said, gesturing toward the hologram, "is a delicate web of planes, each interconnected in ways most beings can’t even begin to fathom. While the nine primary Earths appear to be separate, each existing in its own corner of reality, they are in fact linked—like threads in a tapestry."

He waved his hand, and the nine Earths glowed brighter, their ethereal bridges shimmering to life on the map. "These connections are not physical. They’re more… metaphysical, like veins through which the lifeblood of existence flows. And while these Earths are central to the multiverse, they are far from its only secrets."

He paused, his fingers idly tracing the edge of the map. "In the last hundred years, I’ve had the privilege—and the misfortune—of exploring many of these planes. I’ve walked through realms of eternal light, through oceans that hold memories instead of water, and even through the barren, forgotten planes that the royal demon families have discarded. But the question of Heaven… that remains unsolved."

He pointed to the edge of the known universe, where a swirling void marked the location of Hell. "By every logical measure, Heaven should be here," he said, his voice growing quieter for emphasis as he shifted his hand to the far opposite side of the map. "Directly opposite Hell. A cosmic counterbalance, if you will. And yet…"

Perseus stroked his beard again, his eyes narrowing. "Many have ventured to this region. Demons. Angels. Even the royal demon families themselves have sent expeditions into the farthest reaches of the multiverse. But none have found so much as a hint of Heaven. Not even the ’Void Mappers,’ those mad wanderers who stake their lives on charting the uncharted, have had any success."

The room remained silent, every commander captivated by his words.

"Now," Perseus continued, straightening up, "the royal demon families, for all their strength, have loosened their grip on their territories. Their focus has shifted. They’re no longer content to rule; they’re hunting treasures for their primordial demons, searching for ways to strengthen their ancient masters."

He waved a hand, and the hologram shifted, zooming in on a specific sector. "That’s why, when we entered the Greed family’s territory, we weren’t met with an army of their demon soldiers. Instead, we were greeted by the locals—poor creatures warped by the lingering aura of the Greed royal family. It’s a testament to how thinly stretched they’ve become."

Perseus looked back at Enel, his tone resolute. "This is the state of the multiverse, my king. Chaotic, weakened, and ripe with opportunity—for those bold enough to seize it... But information on heaven, that I have never heard of..."