Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1299: To Meet The Prophet

The war with the demons had been going on now for almost a hundred years, with all sides suffering very damaging damages.

At the same time, they were made to search the universe for forbidden treasures by their primordial monsters.

Unfortunately, because of how spread their forces were, it was easy for Athena to plan a way that allowed the Devils to steal the primary earth of the gluttony family.

But the thing was that, unlike the small-minded plans that the cupbearers had, athena had bigger plans.

Before Lilith had become retarded, she had not only gifted Athena a position in hell.

Athena wanted to fulfill her queen’s wish. Meaning that lucifer morningstar was the enemy, and everyone knew this.

The only thing to do was to defeat him. But lucifer was not so easy a person that anyone could just kill him.

Even though he was still a way from recovering his full power, even the primordial demons in the void were shaking in their boots.

The prince of pride and first sin was a terrifying opponent to have.

Athena was smart. She knew that she did not have Lilith’s smart gifts and could not compete against lucifer openly. And so she did it in secret, with the hope that she coukd get him unaware and end him.

She knew that lucifer was desperate to take a primary plane because of its crowning as he would want to regain his full powers as fast as possible.

Her plan was to lure him to this one.

After making certain preparations, she had discovered that killing a Morningstar woukd require the use of divine energy of a certain purity.

I’m the known world, only haven was known yo have such purity.

Well, heaven and the other primary planes.

And so athena wanted lucifer to Come for this primary plane as she had already laid a trap in its core.

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Regardless of the plea for life by the plane speaking deep into her soul.

A cry should could hear because of her very unique abilities, as she could sense energies at a near quantum level.

She had steeled her heart at the cries of freedom and fear of a primary plane.

It had not been easy. She felt its pain like a mother would their child, and yet, she did not drop a tear on its behalf.

Instead, her fingers dug into her palm, shedding a few drops of blood as she made up her mind to keep moving forward no matter what.

But at the same time, she needed to make the battle look convincing. And that was why she employed the help of the Leviathan.

She used some of its demons to make it seem like they were fighting for the preservation of the primary plane. All in an attempt at pulling a convincing trap together.

Unfortunately, while she was able to kill all of the fallen angels, the Morningstar had not been one of them.

She sat back on her throne as her mind spun, thinking hard at were she had made a mistake. As things were, they were just too many high stakes and so many were depended on her fragile shoulders.

Even moranda could not help but look at her in a new light.

He had never seen this side to her at all.

The Voice of the Leviathan was heard again, "dont beat yourself. Your opponent is not an easy one. Even all the sisters of Eve combined was no match for him. At least, you were able to take down a huge chunk of his forces."

Of course, the Leviathan had long wanted to take that destroyed plane for itself, but even with the killing of that many fallen angels, he knew it was a win.

Every fallen angel dead was a win.

But for some reason, he could not help but feel like something was not right.

And Athena had this same feeling.

In a remote corner of the cosmos, a place where light seldom ventured, a figure floated in silence. It was not his true form, yet it commanded more presence than any celestial body in this forgotten void. Lucifer, in his soul form, radiated a light so brilliant that it outshone the nearest sun and the stars that dared to burn nearby. The void around him seemed to ripple with his mere existence, bending to the overwhelming force of his presence.

His form was amorphous yet strikingly defined—a silhouette of radiant energy, crowned with an aura of blazing infernal fire. Even as a soul projection, his very essence seemed to rewrite the fabric of space, turning the quiet expanse into a stage for his boundless power.

The silence of the void was broken suddenly, as a figure stepped out from its depths. A sultry laugh echoed faintly, carried by no sound waves but felt in the very vibration of existence.

It was Sarkina.

Her three pairs of white wings shimmered faintly in the ambient glow of Lucifer’s presence. She moved with deliberate seduction, her body swaying as if every step was designed to capture his attention. Her ample chest, barely concealed beneath her revealing armor, heaved with each exaggerated breath. The smoke that trailed from her lips curled upward, her expression one of smug satisfaction as she approached.

"Lord Lucifer," she purred, her voice dripping with reverence and yearning, her gaze fixed hungrily upon his radiant form. "It is done. Those brethren that had negan to harbor the thoughts of betraying you have been taken apart by your enemies just as you had predicted."

She smiled wickedly, her eyes gleaming with fanatical devotion. Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication, as she awaited his acknowledgment.

Lucifer extended a hand, his movements slow and deliberate, as if the weight of his gesture carried all the power in creation. From the depths of the void, another forbidden treasure emerged—a vessel of intricate design, adorned with runes that glowed faintly, as if whispering ancient secrets to the cosmos. Its surface was crystalline yet fluid, shimmering in a way that bent the very perception of reality around it.

This treasure was peculiar, almost deceptive in its simplicity. Its waters, cascading gently within the vessel, held a sinister paradox: the more they fell upon the land below, the drier the earth would become. And should anyone drink from its waters, they would taste sweeter with every sip, an unrelenting allure that only deepened the curse.

Lucifer gazed at the treasure with a faint, unreadable smile before he waved his hand. The vessel tilted, and the cursed waters began to pour.

The destination was clear—the primary plane of the Sloth royal demon family. These demons, true to their nature, had refrained from taking part in the ongoing battles. They had simply retreated to their plane, preferring the comfort of their endless slumber over the chaos of war. It was this very inaction that made them a target for Lucifer, the embodiment of Pride himself.

The treasure’s waters fell from the void, appearing in the skies of the Sloth plane as a shimmering, radiant rain. Its beauty was deceiving, for as the drops touched the land, the soil cracked and crumbled, the life within it evaporating into the void. Rivers ran dry in an instant, their beds turning to desolation. Forests withered in moments, their mighty trees collapsing into dust.

Creatures of all shapes and forms suffered under the curse. There were beasts lying in their dens, lazily stirring from their naps, only to find their bodies disintegrating into ash as the rain touched their skin. A great serpent slithered to the edge of a parched oasis, desperate to escape the downpour, but the dryness overtook it mid-movement, leaving behind a hollow, crumbling husk. Birds fell from the sky, their wings dissolving before they even reached the ground.

The Sloth family demons, for the first time in eons, stirred from their slumber. Their primary plane trembled, the vibrations shaking even the deepest of their lairs. Slowly, they began to emerge, their movements sluggish yet purposeful.

From the depths of the plane, massive shadows appeared, heralded by low, resonant calls that echoed through the ruined skies. Giant void whales—otherworldly leviathans that moved with eerie grace despite their massive size—emerged from the darkness. Their forms were black as night, their eyes glowing faintly with an ethereal green light. They were the guardians of the Sloth family, moving in deliberate defiance of the curse, their immense forms casting dark shadows across the desolate land below.

The Sloth demons, perched atop these colossal beasts, prepared themselves for defense. Their sluggishness belied the deadly potential they held, their magic and strength honed over countless millennia of dormant power. Above them, the cursed rain continued to fall, and Lucifer’s light shone brilliantly, a beacon of Pride’s dominion over all.

Lucifer looked at their advance and sighed, "the struggle of ants is always amazing to observe..."

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Meanwhile, Enel and Allison had waited patiently, and then a priest...