Devil Slave (Satan system) Chapter 1375: The Black Dawn: Lucifer’s Entrance

....The universe trembled before it happened. No one could say exactly when, but every observatory, every space array, every god with an eye turned skyward — felt the shift.

At first, it was the Sun.

Its flares did not erupt; they folded inward, collapsing like streams of fire sucked into a throat. The golden corona shrank, coiling upon itself until the great star looked like an eye — dilating, bleeding red, and then black.

The light died.

And across every planet of the solar system, the day ended all at once.

On Earth, the oceans froze mid-wave, not by cold, but by the sheer stillness of time. Cities looked upward, and humanity — mortal and divine alike — watched as their Sun became a hole in the sky.

From that hole, something moved.

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They came as comets, long streaks of crimson burning through the void. But as they drew closer, their shapes changed — wings unfurled, halos cracked and bleeding fire. They were the Fallen Host, six legions strong, each angel burning with its own ruinous dark light.

These fallen angels had all been enhanced by the royalty of the Primary Planes that Lucifer had conquered. And then further enhanced by the gifts of the Devil slave system.

This was the peak of its power.

One fallen bore wings of ash that trailed storms across the planets.

Another carried chains that rattled across the vacuum, binding unseen worlds hiding in the soul realm.

One’s body was a cathedral of molten gold, collapsing and rebuilding every second.

Another’s eyes were nebulae that screamed.

And the last two came entwined — twins of annihilation — every beat of their wings slicing the fabric of gravity itself.

Behind each commanding angel was a Host. A force to be reckoned with.

Just one legion was enough but these much, clearly lucifer wanted to make every soul on earth feel unimaginable despair, and this was after taking away the power house that was the Sun.

As they fell through the system, the planets seemed to... weep — Jupiter’s storms turned into faces, Saturn’s rings shattered into a million daggers of light, and Mars burned anew.

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Then, when all others had descended, the bkackened Sun screamed in pain.

This was the pain of a star that had seen the beginning of all things.

Its voice was not sound but vibration — an ache in the bones of creation. A fracture tore across its surface, and from within came a figure of impossible silhouette, a man-shaped void wearing the Sun as his crown.

Every planet stilled.

Lucifer Morningstar had arrived.

The last time he was here, it was during the apocalypse that he had been cheated out of. But now, he had come for a far more sinister reason.

For this earth had the last mark and was his way into the Nether realm, where he desired to face her.

But if he did, if they allowed him, what would be left after he was gone?

Lucifer walked through space as if it were solid ground, his twelve wings spanning from crown to heel, each one taller than mountains.

The feathers shimmered — white for a moment, then black, then something beyond spectrum of color that the human eye or mind could comprehend, each change rewriting the laws that tried to define him.

At this level of power, he was strong enough to burn the solar system with his aura alone.

Behind him followed his throne — a colossal halo of inverted starlight, revolving slowly, scattering embers that became new suns. Around him, the Fallen arranged themselves in orbit, forming a spiral choir, a moving galaxy of blasphemy.

The stars around them went silent — their light extinguished out of reverence or fear. For twelve full seconds, all sound, all motion, all vibration ceased.

The Silence of the Sun.

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Then Lucifer opened his eyes.

Twin novas burned where his pupils should be. Their light touched the planets — and in that instant, every living being saw something. Not their reflection, but their truth: their sins, their secret wishes, their inevitable deaths.

And Lucifer smiled.

"The Sun was my first throne," he said, voice soft but heard across all worlds. "And now... it shall be my herald."

The Sun behind him detonated — not with fire, but with silence. A white pulse expanded, and wherever it passed, stars dimmed, space folded, and even his own fallen angels screamed.

Out of that silence came his command.

"Fallen Host," he whispered. "Prepare the garden for pruning."

The six legions spread — wings igniting, halos flashing like dying stars — as they moved toward the blue world below.

Earth.

And somewhere, in the depths of space, Lucifer’s throne began to turn, aligning perfectly with the orbit of the Eighth Earth.

He raised one hand, and with a single gesture, galaxies shifted their alignment — spelling an ancient sigil in the night.

666

The mark of Pride.

The true dawn of the Morning Star.

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It took sunlight eight minutes before it would reach earth.

While many had turned to the sky because of his arrival, the first to notice the change were the gods.

They felt it before any telescope saw it — a crawling sensation beneath the soul, a dread that bled into every dream. The Sun had gone silent, and something vast was moving behind it.

Then came the signal from the upper atmosphere — static, distortion, lightless readings — followed by the roar of existence bending.

Lucifer had entered the Solar System.

Father Black stood at the command citadel, overlooking a thousand holo-screens showing the sky turning black. His coat fluttered in the storm of energy that surged through the control room as gods, humans, and hybrids rushed to stations.

His voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

"All forces—phase alignment! Activate Project Halo!"

From the mountains, from the oceans, from the temples and machine-forges of every nation — golden pillars of light erupted skyward. Each beam carried its own language of divinity: Norse runes, Aetheric glyphs, ancient sigils of Eden, runes, all spiraling into the heavens.

They met above the clouds, merging into a single, magnificent lattice — a golden shield so vast it wrapped the entire planet in a shimmering shell. Runes as big as continents spun like gears, locking into place as thunder cracked across the skies.

Even gods looked up in awe.

"By the All-Father’s hammer...," one whispered.

"Even a falling star would die on that wall."

But Perseus, standing beside Father Black, only tightened his grip on his spear—the new weapon granted to him by the gods after seeing the former gladiator fought without a weapon to match his capabilities. His expression was grim.

"Even a planet might break on it," he said quietly, "but those aren’t planets coming."

Father Black’s frown deepened, "I know, but we will still try."

He turned his gaze skyward — and saw them.

The Fallen Host, descending like burning meteors. Each one trailing black fire, their halos blazing against the golden shell.

Meanwhile...

In the Void Above

Far beyond the reach of air, in orbit above the glittering shield, the moon-sized warship of the Kalu family loomed.

Its hull that was a blend of divine metal and dark crystal, pulsing with cosmic law engines that glowed like caged stars.

On the viewing deck stood Tomato.

She was wrapped in armor forged from the rarest celestial alloys, every plate etched with runes that shifted like living flame. Her usual air of mischief was gone — replaced with something wild, primal. Her tail flicked like a blade, every whip in the air could flatten a mountain on earth.

Her golden pupils glimmered with madness.

"So... they’ve finally come," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation.

A smirk curved her lips — not of fear, but of delight.

Her scales shimmered beneath the armor, veins glowing faintly with inner magma. Her breathing deepened, body trembling in that dangerous way predators do before a hunt.

She raised her hand, claws gleaming in the dim red light of the dying sun.

"Let’s see if these angels bleed."

The ship’s sirens blared, and across the surface of the moon-sized vessel, thousands of cannons came alive, aiming toward the abyss where the Fallen Choir approached.

And as the heavens darkened with Lucifer’s coming, the defenders of Earth — gods, mortals, and monsters alike — prepared for the battle that would decide creation itself...