Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1174: Enel Meeets A lover.

As the fallen angels scoured the battlefield for any trace of Perseus, their eyes fell upon the decaying remains of the great demon. His body, ravaged by the holy and darkline power unleashed moments ago, was quickly melting away into a formless sludge. But even as he dissolved into nothingness, the demon let out a low, guttural chuckle.

Through his last breaths, he muttered, "My lord... greed will get it. He will get the elves’ treasure. In three years, when it is ripe... we shall pluck it like an overripe fruit and give it to him."

With those words, the demon finally disintegrated, fading into oblivion. His last whispered promise hung in the air, echoing in the ears of the fallen angels who watched his demise with cold detachment.

One of the angels, still glowing faintly with holy energy, hissed softly, glancing at the other. "Master Lucifer needs that treasure. The healing process of Purgatory is far from over."

The second angel nodded solemnly. "We can’t fail. That treasure holds the key. Without it, Purgatory will remain shattered."

Their wings flared, shimmering with holy light, and with a single, powerful flap, they shot into the dark sky, leaving streaks of brilliance in their wake as they ascended back to the heavens—to deliver their message to Lucifer himself.

Moments after their departure, the night fell silent again. Then, in the shadows of the underworld, Perseus reappeared, his form flickering into existence. Blood stained his torn clothes, and deep wounds marred his body, dripping crimson onto the ground beneath him. He winced, barely able to stand, as the cost of using that devastating power weighed heavily on him.

Perseus gritted his teeth, the pain overwhelming. He had pushed himself beyond his limits; his connection to holy power was never as strong as his friend Crusher’s. Ever since Lenny Tales went missing, their access to holy magic had been erratic, unstable at best. He staggered, swaying from side to side as his vision blurred. Just when he was about to collapse, a group of werewolves appeared, materializing out of the darkness.

They rushed to his side, steadying him before he could hit the ground. Perseus looked up at them weakly and whispered, "Take me... to Victor."

The werewolves exchanged quick nods and, without another word, lifted Perseus and disappeared into the night, moving with supernatural speed.

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Meanwhile, within the city of the High Elves, Enel stood motionless before a grand pair of doors. The doors were intricately carved with ancient elven patterns, flowing lines and symbols that told stories of ages past. Despite their wooden appearance, they were as hard as the strongest metal—elven wood, imbued with centuries of magic and care. The weight of the moment pressed heavily upon Enel as he gazed at the doorway, his child like eyes never leaving it.

His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, questions, and emotions. Whatever lay beyond those doors was something—No, someone—that had long held his attention, and even haunted his thoughts.

A soft voice interrupted the silence. "Do you wish to see her?"

Enel turned slowly, his eyes settling on the figure behind him. It was the Elven Queen. Even in her advanced age, she radiated a serene beauty, her gray hair flowing gracefully around her shoulders like silver threads. Though she was a High Elf, whose kind lived far longer than most, the weight of time was beginning to show on her. Still, her presence was commanding, and the faint glow of magic clung to her like a veil, a reminder of the deep connection she had with the cosmos.

High Elves were different from the Earthen Elves Lenny had known before his second reincarnation. Their magic wasn’t merely tied to the earth; they wielded power drawn from nature itself, the stars, the winds, and the very essence of the world around them. There was something awe-inspiring in the way they moved, in the way the Queen’s very presence seemed to make the air shimmer with life.

Enel’s gaze softened as he turned fully to face her. He didn’t respond immediately, his thoughts swirling, but the Queen’s question lingered in the air, waiting for an answer.

Enel nodded slowly, his gaze dropping for a moment. "Father said it is forbidden," he muttered, almost as if speaking more to himself than to the queen.

The Elven Queen chuckled softly, stepping forward to ruffle his hair with a gentleness that betrayed her ancient power. "Well, your father is my grandson, and I say it’s okay."

With a warm smile, she strode up to the grand doors, placing her staff gently against them. The staff, carved from the same enchanted wood as the doors, shimmered briefly with light. In an instant, the intricate patterns on the doors dissolved, rippling like water before vanishing completely, allowing them entry.

Enel. followed her into the room, his breath catching as the scene unfolded before him. It was as if they had stepped into another world.

The air inside was thick with magic, warm yet refreshing, filled with the scent of ancient trees and blooming flowers. Light filtered in from unseen sources, casting soft, golden hues on the room’s pristine marble floors.

Above, the ceiling seemed to stretch into eternity, covered with murals of elven history, each one more breathtaking than the last. Depictions of battles, of unity with nature, and of celestial wonders were carved with such precision that they seemed to move with every glance.

Along the walls, tendrils of lush, vibrant greenery crawled like veins, defying the very concept of being indoors. Delicate flowers bloomed in every corner, their petals glowing faintly, casting a soft bioluminescence over the room. Vines wrapped around towering columns, blending seamlessly with the elven artistry carved into the stone—images of elven gods and spirits intertwined with the flora. The very air seemed to hum with life.

In the center of the room, like the heart of this ethereal sanctuary, there was a pool. This was no ordinary body of water; it shimmered with a radiant, otherworldly light, its surface rippling softly as if it breathed. The water seemed alive, glowing with an ethereal blue-green hue that radiated pure life. The pool was the Eternal spring of the High Elves, a legendary treasure that was said to hold the essence of life itself, its magic from creation also flowed through the veins of the elven people for millennia.

Suspended just above the pool, as if cradled by its life-giving magic, was a figure. She floated gracefully, her body still yet vibrant with the pulse of the pool’s energy. From the pool below, streams of light and essence flowed upward, weaving themselves around her form like strands of silk, gently caressing her skin and feeding her very soul.

The figure appeared human at first glance, but Enel could see the subtle differences—the faint red hue of her skin, the sharpness in her features, the dark, twisted magic that lingered faintly around her. She was demon-blooded, her heritage unmistakable. Yet there was a strange peace about her, as if the magic of the pool was healing or preserving her in some way.

Enel’s heart skipped a beat, his mouth moving before his mind could catch up. "Lady Vinegar," he whispered, the name falling from his lips with the weight of recognition.

The Elven Queen turned to Enel, her voice soft but carrying the weight of centuries. "Yes, that’s your father’s mother."

Enel’s heart raced, though he masked his emotions carefully. The Queen’s words confirmed her misunderstanding. She believed he had spoken Lady Vinegar’s name simply because his father had spoken of her before. But the truth was far more complicated. The sight of her, floating in the Eternal spring, had stirred memories deep within Enel, memories that made his heart skip a beat. Lady Vinegar wasn’t just his grandmother—she had been one of his lovers in a past life.

Enel recalled what Lady Death had told him before: that his lovers were subtle avatars of her, crafted as her way of staying close to him, no matter the distance or time. It was Death’s own form of love, weaving through his lives. Yet, despite the love that bound them, these avatars were always destined for a terrible fate.

In Lady Vinegar’s case, Lenny had once saved her from death, sparing her from the clutches of an undead commander. But it seemed that no matter how far she ran, fate still pursued her.

Even now, as Lenny gazed at her, he could feel Laws tearing at her body. This was the price she had to pay for touching upon laws she did not understand.

Lady Vinegar’s body was caught in a delicate balance between existence and oblivion. The magic of the Eternal Pool tried to heal her, but Lenny could sense the inevitable—the thin line she walked would not hold forever.

The Queen’s voice broke his thoughts. "My daughter, Vinegar loved your father, Luca, despite the fact that he was not of her blood. It was because of her that I accepted him as a prince of our people." Her eyes grew distant, filled with memories of the past. "She defied the High Council, who were against the idea. Luca carries both demon and angel blood within him, something the other elders could never accept. After all, how history with those ones are... not bright."

Enel listened intently as the Queen continued, her voice tinged with concern. "In order to secure his place, Luca, your father was forced to take elven wives. It was the only way for the council to accept his children—your brothers and sisters. They carry a mix of blood that is unprecedented—elven, human, demon, and angel. An incredible combination, one that has never been seen before."

The Queen’s face darkened as she turned her gaze back to the figure of Lady Vinegar, still floating in the center of the room. "I’ve looked at the elven children Luca has given this city, and while their potential is undeniable, I fear for the future. The power they possess is unlike anything we’ve ever known. But more than that, its the corruption it brings...This one, I am more familiar with."