Devil Slave (Satan system) Chapter 1413: The End Of An Era

Lenny hawked a luminous blob of cosmic saliva onto the crimson sands, his disgust all too clear.

Where it hit, the spittle sizzled fiercely, scorching a tiny pit into the earth.

Not uttering another syllable, he surged ahead.

Their clash erupted like an apocalypse.

A tremendous shockwave rippled through the Nether Realm as Lenny’s Sword of Truth slammed into Lucifer’s Anguis.

Anguis’ trio of serpent heads—Steal, Kill, and Destroy—snapped forward with a hunger to devour worlds, mouths agape wide enough for moons.

Clean golden sweeps sliced the air with Lenny’s blade, every motion bearing the burden of cosmic verdict. Divine fire sparks and shadows burst between them, illuminating the scarlet wasteland like a fresh-born star.

Lucifer pressed his assault with laughter, his twelve wings flapping with Morningstar might.

Serpentine lashes of dark fire burst from his form, whipping at Lenny’s flanks. Mid-air, Lenny spun, his own dozen wings blazing—the lava ones flaring to incinerate the shadows, the poison ones oozing venom that dissolved Lucifer’s blaze instantly.

Liquid starlight barriers rose from the water pair to parry Anguis’ lunges, as the star pair called forth tiny star clusters plummeting like shooting stars.

"You’ve grown strong, boy," Lucifer mocked, his tone rolling like thunder. "But strength alone won’t save you."

Anguis stabbed ahead in his grip. The serpents fused into a massive shadow dragon, fangs clamping toward Lenny’s neck. Head-on, Lenny confronted it, pouring chaos magic via his crown.

Brighter the hovering crown shone, warping reality with chaotic force around the dragon—making its scales rebel, compelling the monster to rip itself apart.

Dark magic and poison fueled Lenny’s palm thrust next, smashing into the dragon’s torso. Lucifer was hurled backward over the red dunes, gouging a trench a mile in length.

Lucifer bounced back at once. His Morningstar aura detonated, morphing divine fire into a barrage of ebony suns cascading onto Lenny.

Michael’s Sword of Truth lifted in Lenny’s grasp, humming as it soaked up and flung back the onslaught.

Through him surged cosmic power, answered by a broad slash that tore the heavens, birthing a void chasm hungry to engulf Lucifer entirely.

Intensity gripped the battle.

Starlight flashes marked Lenny’s teleports, materializing behind Lucifer for poison-wing-boosted kicks of ruin.

Wildfire spread burning, tainting gashes from each hit over Lucifer’s eternal skin.

Chains of corrupted godhood Lucifer called up in revenge—forged from the wails of the lost—coiling Lenny’s arms and legs to pulverize him.

Cosmic might shattered them for Lenny, his crown throbbing to boost his strength, reducing the bindings to inert glow.

Over and over they collided, each impact remolding the terrain. Red sand mountains surged up then crumbled.

New channels were etched by rivers of molten starfire. Impassive giant rock angels at the gate observed the titans’ war.

Deeper shifts emerged as the duel wore on.

Memories... scenes began riding their blows.

A broad sweep of Anguis by Lucifer turned the red sands briefly into verdant Eden Garden.

Lucifer young there chuckled while frolicking with Adam amid the trees, their connection timeless.

Warm and nearly gentle the vision felt—until fury warped Lucifer’s features and flames devoured the garden.

With the Sword of Truth’s stab, Lenny struck back.

His memory supplanted the mirage as the blade pierced it: cradling Vinegar (Death) one still night, her head on his chest while stars wheeled above.

Gladiator pits of old appeared with the next blow, human Lenny battling for life amid blood-mingled sand, unyielding to demons.

Their fractured pasts painted the field.

Scenery rewrote per clash—Eden ablaze, Lenny’s kin beaming, arenas collapsing, Heaven’s plunge in shards.

Lucifer held the edge.

His Morningstar might proved overwhelmingly immense, his mastery unmatched. Of course, this only swelled his arrogance further.

Absorbing and amplifying with every hit Lenny scored, Lucifer’s dark blaze devoured the poison and turmoil.

Anguis’ serpents relentlessly shredded Lenny’s guards, driving him backward. Cosmic fluid seeped from grievous slashes across Lenny’s giant frame.

"You cannot beat me, son," Lucifer declared, his voice thundering victory. "I will destroy the beings that created this world. I will get my Adam back. I will remake everything the way it should have been!"

To one knee Lenny dropped, breaths ragged. Cosmic and human blood trickled from his lips.

Anguis poised high, Lucifer loomed above for the killing blow.

"As a father," Lucifer murmured softly, with near tenderness, "I feel pride in your accomplishments. In the man you've become. Yet as a lover... I must slay you and avenge my beloved."

Down came the weapon in his strike.

Yet prior to the lethal impact, Lenny's gaze shifted sideways.

That radiant spit he'd hurled way back at the start, hundreds of thousands of years prior... lingered shimmering on the ground, now throbbing with concealed might.

In a fluid instant, Lenny thrust forth his hand. Like a streaking comet, the spit launched skyward and smashed directly into Lucifer’s eyes.

Lucifer let out a piercing scream.

The spit. It had soaked up far too much during their clash. The memories.

The love.

Fatal it was.

Through his godly vision the cosmic spit scorched, robbing his sight for one crucial moment. With all his remaining vigor, Lenny rocketed upward.

Straight into Lucifer’s chest plunged his hand, fingers clamping around the Morningstar’s core.

He ripped it free.

Wildly throbbed the core—a fiery globe of sheer fallen godhood—within his clutch.

Lenny clenched tight.

It burst.

Cataclysmic rang the blast—like a star's fiery end. Were this in the true cosmos, countless galaxies would vanish in a blink.

Confined within the Nether Realm it stayed, though the shockwave rattled the crimson sands and set the colossal stone angels quivering.

Reeling backward went Lucifer, eyes bulging wide, his form swiftly unraveling.

To his feet rose Lenny, gasping heavily, staring down at his sire's disintegrating shape.

Lucifer's lips curved into a faint, almost tranquil smile.

"Thank you," he breathed. "I can finally rest."

Dust overtook his body, dispersing across the red sands until not a trace lingered.

The battle had ended.

Alone in the hush stood Lenny, Sword of Truth aglow in his grasp, the crown hovering firm above his brow.