Devil Slave (Satan system) Chapter 1371: Now… shall I demonstrate?
Lucifer wiped the blood from his lip and straightened, regardlessof their mounted pressure, wings unfolding like a cathedral of stars and ruin. The Primordial Demons thought they had him cornered—his dark halo cracked, his light dimmed... and then he smiled.
"The last time we fought—two hundred years ago—you all attacked when I was not... whole." His voice resonated through the void like a choir singing inside a collapsing sun. "Why don’t I reintroduce myself? Anguis... say hi to the kids."
Thump.
A heartbeat—loud, ancient, and wrong—echoed from nowhere and everywhere. Again.
Thump.
The void itself trembled.
Then his chest split—not with blood, but with lightning, fire, and venom. A scream that was also a hiss and also a roar erupted from Lucifer’s core as something alive forced its way out.
Three serpents tore free from his ribcage, each one rapidly growing in size, their bodies coiling through the void until they dwarfed continents. This was no ordinary power.
This was—
Forbidden Treasure: ANGUIS. The forked of the Morningstar.
One of the Seven Forbidden Treasures of the Cosmos.
A representation of the first Corruption, of the first sin, pride.
The first serpent, Steal, was a black mamba twisted by agony and evolution—its obsidian scales were lined with jagged metallic thorns, dripping with liquid night. It moved before the others could even blink.
No doubt, it had changed since becoming one with its master again.
Gluttony—the slowest, bloated with gemstones and endless mouths—barely turned when Steal struck.
There was a wet, crunching sound.
Steal’s jaws tore through Gluttony’s head—fangs punching through bone and flesh like spears through wet paper.
CRRKKKKSSHHHHH.
Then came the swallow.
A long, disgusting gulp—gghhhlk! gllrrrk!—as Gluttony’s severed, screaming head slid down the serpent’s throat. His blood—glowing violet—splattered across the void, freezing into cursed stars.
The other two serpents struck in that same breath:
Kill—scaled like polished obsidian, yet dragon like, eyes glowing crimson—lunged and clamped its teeth onto Lust’s wing, shredding silk-flesh and crystal bones. Lust shrieked, her thousand hearts beating in terror for the first time.
Destroy reared back, its scales glowing from within like molten suns, then exhaled pure white hellfire. The flame hit Wrath, burning through molten skin, exposing muscle and star-metal bones. Even Sloth, far in the back, hissed in agony as the flame scorched his immortal flesh.
And then—everyone froze.
Because inside Lucifer’s chest... beneath the radiant tear where the serpents emerged—the swallowed essence of Gluttony ignited.
They heard it.
A scream... then a hiss... then silence.
Gluttony’s existence burned like coal in a furnace.
Lucifer’s aura swelled—his torn wing regenerated, his halo reformed, brighter, crueler. His pupils narrowed to serpentine slits.
The Primordials stared, stunned.
"Impossible..." Lust whispered, clutching her bleeding wing. "To devour a Primordial... to absorb us..."
Lucifer tilted his head, dark amusement dripping from every word.
"Your.... SIN was born from me. While, you are your own beings, trash of the One Above All, you are also my greatest ’Farm Animals’. What! Did you really think I couldn’t take back what was mine?"
Lucifer stood there—blood splattered across his pale chest, wings folding and unfolding like the breathing of a dying star. The serpents of Anguis coiled lazily behind him, hissing in delight, steam rising from where Gluttony’s essence still burned inside his body.
He tilted his head to the side: slowly, unnaturally— like a broken puppet rediscovering movement.
His smile widened far too much.
His eyes—once calm embers—now burned with a fractured brilliance.
Radiant. Deranged.
"Why do you all look surprised?" he asked, voice gentle, soft—like a lullaby over a battlefield of corpses.
No one answered.
Wrath’s molten fists trembled. Lust’s wounds bled silver. Sloth stared, eyes half-lidded but now fully awake. Envy’s jaw clenched while Destruction subtly stepped back, preparing for escape.
Lucifer’s grin only grew worse.
"Was it not you..." he took a slow, deliberate step forward, void shivering beneath his bare feet,
"...who tried to imitate the Satan System? Was it not you who spread the concept—Uriel’s creation—my fallen comrade’s dying masterpiece, to those useless gods? To the humans, to demons, to every insect desperate for power? All because you coukd never truly absorb the parts of me you consumed. You searched for a way out wuth the lesser ones."
Lust looked away. Wrath snarled but did not deny it. Even Greed’s jeweled eyes flickered.
Lucifer’s voice darkened.
"I know what you did to him."
He took another step. His voice was that of a Commander mourning a loyal soldier.
Even Seraphina choked on her tears, holding them back.
"I know you tortured him. Brutally.
You carved into his wings, shattered his halo—siphoned his grace. But still—Uriel would not speak."
A pause.
The void itself held its breath.
"So you..." Lucifer’s expression twitched—rage, sorrow, amusement—blended into pure madness.
"...you extracted the knowledge from his veins. Because his mouth refused to open."
A low hum echoed—Anguis hissed, sensing their master’s wrath swelling.
The Primordials reacted:
Greed’s golden skin lost some of its luster as he instinctively stepped back.
Wrath’s flames flickered uncertainly.
Lust clutched her torn wing, lips trembling.
Sloth finally lifted his head fully, eyes narrow, calculating.
Destruction’s obsidian armor cracked, pressure rising around her.
Even Envy shifted restlessly, his throat tight.
Lucifer’s smile vanished.
His eyes—two eclipsed suns—stared right through them.
"You played with your seconded trash systems. You handed them to mortals, to gods, to beasts. You said it was to evolve them." He scoffed. "But we both know the truth."
He gestured lazily at them.
"You wanted them to evolve for you. Not them. You fed on their progress. Their despair. Their worship. Their sacrifices."
He leaned forward slightly.
"But for all the centuries you copied His work... for all your experiments with lesser beings..."
His voice dropped to a whisper—sharp, cold, final.
"You still never understood the foundation of the Satan System."
Silence.
The void darkened around him.
Then he said it.
"Its power is not to give.
It is to take.
And take.
And make it—" his lips curved, demonic, divine "—MINE.
For you see, to use the Power of the Satan System, the human gene is the answer, but it must fuel on an Angel’s bloodline."
Lightning rippled through his twelve wings. Anguis coiled tighter, its three heads raising in anticipation.
Lucifer straightened, expression now eerily calm.
"Now... shall I demonstrate?"