Devil Slave (Satan system) Chapter 1379: Heaven Arrives.

Lucifer signalled again, and Seraphina’s wings folded inward as she stepped forward one last time.

Her voice rang across the void again. Yet, it was measured and absolute.

"By my lord’s grace, the Eighth Earth is granted one week. Seven cycles of your earthen time to decide."

A pause.

Then she stepped back.

As if on cue, the host of Fallen Angels withdrew, their oppressive presence easing just enough to let the universe breathe again.

Even Lucifer turned slightly away, his attention seemed drifting—as if the outcome were already known.

The battlefield went still.

In a way no one could describe, it was too still.

Father Black did not waste a second. He spoke into the private comms. "Emergency meeting. Now."

The command rippled through every channel.

Moments later, they were all there. Every member of the Lenny Family, Gods, their Avatars.Elites from hell and the Elven race that had come to present aid.

At the far end of the chamber, a hologram of Tomato flickered into existence.

Her massive form reduced to light, yet her golden pupils remained sharp.

She stood watch in orbit of earth.

Her consciousness was split between the meeting and the looming presence of Morningstar’s forces.

Just in case the fallen angels were cooking something dangerous.

The atmosphere in this meeting room was suffocating.

The contract floated in the center of the room, unmoving, glowing faintly with Lucifer’s blood-signature.

Crusher was the first to break the silence. "This cannot be a good idea."

Several heads nodded instantly. Athena’s arms were crossed.

Kanada’s expression was unreadable.

While Alexander leaned back, eyes half-lidded.

Then— A God spoke up.

"It is a great idea." All eyes snapped to Odin.

His one eye gleamed. "It is a chance. A chance we will not get again. I think we should take it."

Demeter turned to him wondering why he was even still allowed in this gathering after the previous mess up.

However, his suggestion had erupted a murmur amongst the people present.

Some of the younger members agreed immediately—desperation and hope mixing in their voices.

But most of the Lenny Family disagreed.

Athena spoke sharply. "Lucifer, the previous rulers of hell cannot offer fair games. NO, he does not offer fair games."

Kanada remained silent.

Naturally, the arguments overlapped with each other.

Soon, one thing was clear. Even amongst these leaders, there was alind of divide.

It was Fear versus pride, Survival versus sovereignty.

Faith versus experience.

Then Perseus stood.

The room quieted—not because of authority, but because Perseus had a reputation to present clarity.

"The fucking asshole turned off the sun."

That was all he said at first.

Then— he took a deep breath to steady his voice. "Earth is currently ina state of total blackout. I dont think you guys understand the gravity of this situation. Because it is fucking bad. Many of you might depend on cosmic energy to survive, but what of the rest of the earth." He sighed. "There is No more photosynthesis for the plants. There is No heat regulation for the planet."

"In weeks—maybe days—oceans will begin to freeze.The Plant life barely holding onwill die. And then there is the people. The lives of the common man we have worked so hard to build, to protect."

Perseus’s eyes drifted around the table. " Sp let me explain it this way, Lucifer isn’t negotiating with us. That asshole—He’s applying pressure."

Silence.

This was a fact. Those in this room could not yet feel the effects of the sun blacking out, but it was definitely there.

The contract Lucifer sent drifted closer to Father Black, as if sensing the weight of the moment.

Its terms were brutally simple.

If Earth accepts to sign the contract and loses:

They will not oppose Lucifer’s claim over the Eighth Earth.

If Earth accepts and wins:

Lucifer leaves.

Forever.

Even though ’the devil’ was generally known to be quite cunning, there were no extra clauses, No loopholes and definitely No middle ground.

A win or lose world.

Then—

Father Black spoke. The room naturally fell silent instantly.

Not because of fear.

But because this decision belonged to him.

But Father Black did not look at the contract.

Instead, he turned to Kanada. Right now, Fathet Black had to agree with himself that whatever decision he made here would not only decide the future of millions of people, but potentially the direction that the rest of creation would take.

This was just too much decision for one man to make.

Even with his long years and blessing of cosmic magic, right now, his eyes looked like they had aged some more since the arrival of the contract.

And So he needed advice. He needed wisdom. And there was only one person in hhis room that had access to such profound wisdom. It was Kanada.

"What do you think we should do?" Father Black asked.

A ripple of surprise passed through the room.

Gods exchanged looks.

Some frowned.

Others stiffened.

Why her?

If these people knew that Father Black had taken her counselling for a lot of the initially planned formations because of Solomon’s brain in her possession, then maybe they would not have felt this way.

Kanada did not hesitate to speak. "Lucifer Morningstar has never made a decision without a hidden blade."

She folded her hands. "Even taking away the sun is a kind of strategy. Truly, the Asshole already has a plan, and I think I know why."

Alexander turned toward her, eyes sharp. "Why?"

Before she could answer—

A sound tore through reality.

A trumpet. But for some reason, it did not feel normal.

A sound that commanded existence itself, better still, one that commanded the coming of great existence.

It echoed across Earth. Across space.

Across realms.

Every living being felt it.

Kanada exhaled slowly. "...That’s why."

The week had begun.

And something as old as Lucifer had just announced itself.

The Host of Heaven had arrived.

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