Devil Slave (Satan system)

This place—familiar, yet unknown—gnawed at Lenny’s mind.

It was as if he was standing in the presence of someone he recognized but had never met.

The realization began to take shape: this, on the umblical cod of two planes was no ordinary hideout.

It was a genius move, hiding in plain sight where no one would suspect. How else could such a significant, well-known entity conceal itself from the prying eyes of the universe? The key was to remain hidden right under everyone’s nose, in a place so obvious that it became unreachable.

Lenny pondered whether those two women knew this secret. The knowledge was world-changing, but clearly, immense efforts had been made to keep it buried. He wasn’t about to unleash this secret upon the world—at least, not yet.

He stood, eyes narrowing as he glanced upward at the bionic creatures hovering above. These mechanical sentinels, bat-like in their design, were tasked with broadcasting the events within this place to the outside world. They flew just high enough to remain unnoticed but low enough to capture every detail of the ongoing competition.

With a wave of his hand, Lenny unleashed his white flames. The ethereal fire surged forth, obliterating the bionic creatures in an instant, reducing them to mere ashes. The arena was stunned into silence.

"What is he doing?" Lamastu’s voice cut through the tense atmosphere, echoing the confusion of the onlookers.

Naamah’s brow furrowed. "He must have discovered something, something he doesn’t want us to see."

"That ungrateful brat," she hissed.

Cain, chained in a corner of the arena, watched with keen interest. What had Lenny uncovered that was worth hiding from the world? The same thought ran through the minds of Tomato and the others, even the Old Elf standing nearby. Doubts crept into the Elf’s mind—perhaps Lenny was making a grave mistake.

But Lenny had plans—plans that none of them could fathom.

Since arriving in this place, he had kept his white flames hidden, for they were more than just fire; they were the embodiment of holy power.

A power that no one else possessed, a power that was once the mark of the Nephilim—beings that no longer walked the earth. The closest beings to the Nephilim were the Jinn, yet even they did not possess such pure, holy power.

Had anyone seen Lenny wield this power, they would immediately suspect him of being a Nephilim, a revelation that would bring him nothing but trouble, especially from the Demons of the Asmodeus and Abaddon royal families who ruled these lands. Lenny wasn’t foolish—he knew the risks. But now, this power, this unmistakable mark of his identity, had to be revealed.

After all, he was seeking the attention of the one who controlled this dungeon.

"*Weapon Play*," Lenny intoned softly.

The white flames emanating from his body began to morph and twist in the air, forming into magnificent swords that shimmered with a silver glow. These swords, massive and encased in white flames, were unlike anything the Old Elf had ever seen. The brilliance of their light was almost blinding.

Lenny raised his hands again, his voice calm, almost casual. "*Earthen Lightning*."

Immediately, brown sparks crackled around the swords, intertwining with the holy flames in a display of raw, elemental power. But Lenny was far from done. These were just a fraction of the abilities he had kept hidden.

The Old Elf stared in disbelief, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was witnessing. The combination of energies—holy and elemental—should not have been possible. It defied the natural order, an affront to the very laws of magic and nature. In his long life, the Elf had never seen such a fusion of powers in a single person. Most people, if they were lucky, could master one or two abilities. But this—this was something else entirely.

And Lenny—he was barely exerting himself. His control was precise, practiced, as if this immense power was as natural to him as breathing.

Lenny’s voice rang out again, "More!"

The white flames flared brighter, growing in intensity and size. Even the demons attacking him paused, their instincts screaming at them to stop, to flee from the overwhelming power emanating from this man. Fear gripped their hearts.

But Lenny wasn’t finished.

"More!!" he commanded.

The flames exploded in brilliance, their light searing through the air. Lenny’s smile was cold, predatory, as he finally lowered his fingers, signaling the unleashed power to strike.

In that moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the inevitable destruction that would follow.

The moment Lenny’s fingers dropped, the unleashed power roared forward, an unstoppable force of divine energy. The white flames surged outward, igniting the air with their blinding brilliance.

The swords of fire, crackling with earthen lightning, shot through the ranks of devils that had gathered, their screeches and roars swallowed by the overwhelming light.

Thousands of devils, creatures of darkness and malice, were caught in the path of Lenny’s attack. Their forms, once so menacing and terrible, were no match for the purity of the white flames. The fire danced across their bodies, tearing through flesh, bone, and soul alike.

After all, Holy energy was the bane of chaos magic in the first place.

Some devils tried to flee, their wings beating furiously against the air, but the flames were faster, consuming them in a heartbeat. Others attempted to shield themselves, raising dark barriers and casting spells of protection, but it was futile. The holy fire sliced through their defenses as if they were nothing more than paper.

The scene was both horrifying and beautiful. As each devil was consumed, their bodies turned to ash, disintegrating into nothingness before the Old Elf’s eyes. The air was filled with a glowing haze, the remnants of what once were mighty creatures now reduced to fine particles, floating aimlessly before vanishing completely.

Even the earth beneath them could not withstand the attack. The ground cracked and shattered, the landscape that had once held the battle now crumbling away into a vast, endless void. The very essence of the place was being erased, as if reality itself was giving way to the destructive force of Lenny’s power.

But amidst the chaos, two figures remained untouched. The Old Elf, standing in awe, was unharmed. Not a single flame licked at his robes, not a spark of lightning touched his skin. He hovered in the void, safe and sound, as if a protective barrier had been placed around him.

Likewise, Lenny’s centaur farm animal, its large eyes wide with a mix of fear and bewilderment, floated beside its master, unharmed by the destruction that had ravaged everything else. The void beneath them was a stark contrast to the vivid annihilation that had just taken place.

As the last of the flames died down, leaving only the void in their wake, Lenny looked up. His eyes, glowing with the remnants of the power he had just unleashed, fixed on the empty air above. There was a cold, knowing smile on his lips as he spoke, his voice echoing in the emptiness.

"Do you now know who I am, Holy Tool Anguis?"

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, everything was still. The void seemed to pulse, as if the very fabric of this place was reacting to the name he had spoken. Then, the world itself seemed to tremble. T

he void shuddered, and a low, resonant vibration filled the air, growing louder and deeper until it felt as though the universe was shaking.

From the nothingness, a voice emerged—feminine, ancient, and filled with a sorrow that had long since turned to bitterness.

"I have not heard my name spoken in many, many years... not since Master, the Morningstar, left me here."

The voice was soft yet powerful, carrying the weight of ages and the echo of forgotten pain. It wrapped around Lenny, the Elf, and the centaur, resonating in the void like a song that had been trapped for millennia, now finally set free.

The moment was electric, charged with the realization that Lenny had not only survived the ordeal but had also summoned something far greater—something ancient and powerful, buried deep within the very heart of this place.

The old elf could not believe what he had just heard. After all, Anguis was a well known name.

Anyone that had studied a bit of history of thee universe would know this name instantly.

This was the name of an Holy Tool. But not just any holy tool. It was the Name of the Morningstar’s Holy tool.

Deep within the Satan system, Anguis, the three serpents wriggled amongst each other, obviously uncomfortably.

This was expected. After all, that voice had come from another part that brought it a step closer to wholeness.

When Vandora had given Lenny Anguis, she had told him that ’Kill, Steal and destroy’, were one of three sides of the holy tool.

Meaning that they were two other sides.

This dungeon was the second. However, it had incredible significance in the world. In fact, one that could instantly spark war amongst all the Royal demon families.

After all, this was the womb. The birth place and Origin of not just Chaos magic, but also all Devils in existence. This Womb...This was the Corrupter.