Devil Slave (Satan system) Chapter 1412: Meet The Dark Lady.

Lenny faced Lucifer.

Strangely enough, Lucifer discerned it merely by peering into his eyes.

Lucifer's voice emerged softer than before.

"You have aged."

Lenny responded with poise, "Hundreds of thousands of years. I have seen the rise and fall of civilizations and the inner workings of the universe. I have seen stars flicker away, the machinations of your hand... and now, I am here... Father."

Lucifer furrowed his brow briefly before speaking anew.

"That means you understand."

Lenny inclined his head.

Lucifer inquired, "Why do you have the aura of a Morningstar?"

Lenny answered plainly, "Because I am one."

Abruptly, twelve wings unfurled from his back—six on either side. They differed vastly. Each pair embodied a distinct essence: some pristine white resembling virgin snow, others surging like molten lava, some fluid as living water, one twinkling like remote stars, another throbbing with primal demonic force, and one seeping like liquid toxin.

Concurrently, a hovering crown formed above his head—shadowy, majestic, emanating unchallenged power.

Lucifer displayed clear astonishment. The fallen angels trailing him shifted in stunned disbelief.

Seraphina advanced, her tone cutting.

"This is impossible! Lucifer searched for the Core of Hell for centuries but never found it!"

Lenny regarded her steadily.

"He never found it because I never wanted him to."

Lucifer eyed Lenny intently, then glanced toward Alexander behind him. Comprehension struck.

"So... Solomon did this," he stated.

A grin touched Lenny's face.

"Now you’re catching up."

Lenny held out his palm. Father Black darted forward from the back, offering Michael’s Sword of Truth in its sheath.

He seized it. As his cosmic energy coursed into the blade, resistance arose first—the sword rebelling against its fresh wielder. Yet Lenny murmured gently:

"Our bond is not eternal. I only need your help against this foe."

The blade's defiance ended at once. A searing golden blaze exploded outward as their connection formed.

All observers—across Earth, within the arena, including the fallen angels—gaped in shock. Through simple words alone, Lenny had claimed the most unyielding among the Seven Forbidden Treasures, achieving it with ease.

Lenny smirked, turning his gaze to Lucifer.

"This battle is long overdue, Father. But if we have it here, it shall destroy too much."

In that instant, Lady Death glided smoothly to his side.

"I have a suggestion," she said.

She flicked her wrist. The Book of Death materialized ahead of her. Opening it, she extracted one page, which shifted into a dark card edged in rising smoke—an invitation.

The card drifted midway between Lenny and Lucifer. A vast portal ripped open next to it. Tormented shrieks drifted from the beyond.

Death declared with serenity.

"The Dark Lady has asked to officiate this match. It will be held in her domain — the Nether Realm. Whoever wins may make one request of the Lady."

Lenny nodded.

Lucifer nodded in agreement.

Lenny addressed Father Black.

"Sorry I’ll have to leave again. I have tasked Athena as Regent of Hell to assist you. If you need any help, my mother Lilith is also there. This battle will take several hundred years. I leave our people in your care."

With a wave, rings of flame hurtled toward his royal kin.

"I prepared gifts for you all. And for the young ones who fought for our home against the angels — I have gifts for you too."

Another gesture summoned necklaces onto the necks of the youthful fighters.

Lenny offered a tender smile before stepping after Lucifer through the portal.

This was it.

This showdown would seal the finale... or ignite... a fresh world's dawn.

Lenny's prior visit to this realm marked one of his life's bleakest ordeals.

Now, he surveyed the bizarre monstrosities writhing in perpetual gloom like a wanderer treading a timeworn trail. Even here in absolute void, his luminescence endured—firm, subdued glow that spurned engulfment. Lucifer's brilliance flared nearby, matching in splendor, his dozen wings extended wide, every plume radiant with tarnished majesty.

The pair stood atop the scarlet sands.

The immense rock angel sentinels yet guarded the colossal gate, whispered to pierce into reality. They remained statue-still across endless epochs.

The gateway that delivered them burst back into a black card, crumbling to vapor and fading into ether.

Suddenly, a voice akin to a faraway star reverberated through the abyss.

Sheer, raw darkness amassed, shaping into a figure.

This was the Dark Lady.

This was Darkness—the entity called the Creator's sister.

At her sight, Lenny bowed with reverence. She replied with a faint nod.

Lucifer offered no bow.

She showed no concern.

She appeared to be both everything and nothingness all at once — as if light itself vanished the instant it reached her.

Her voice followed, serene, timeless, burdened with the heaviness of forever.

"I have waited for you two far too long for an invitation I sent when your world breathed its first glow."

The two men grasped precisely what her words implied.

Their clash had been destined long before creation even began.

Lenny spoke first. "Are you saying that you predicted we would have this battle?"

"What I am saying is this... the true will only continue after this battle. This has been the fate of your creation since before your birth.

Every stone carved, every star forged, every laugh, every cry, every entity, knowingly or unknowingly, contributed to this end.

This battle... my gift... from him."

Lucifer’s eyes lit up. "You said gift?"

She nodded. "Yes... I was promised entertainment. And I... have been entertained."

Lucifer flared with sudden fury. His anger, his pain, his rage suppressed for hundreds of thousands of years erupted from him. Any nether realm creatures too near were instantly reduced to dust.

"My life... entertainment?"