Devil Slave (Satan system)

...Sarkina's slender hand rose, her fingers pointing at the massive jar floating beside Lucifer.

Only now did Lucifer turn to it.

His golden eyes flickered with something rare—mild surprise.

The runes on the jar—once pulsing with a sacred glow—were now dim, lifeless.

A mere husk of their former brilliance.

Lucifer waved his hand, and the jar split apart, its pieces unraveling in a fluid, almost graceful disassembly.

And then—

The child was revealed.

Or rather, what remained of him.

Where there had once been flesh, warmth, life…

Now stood a dried husk, a withered corpse, utterly drained.

Sarkina sighed, her gaze solemn as she finally spoke.

"My lord… your power may have been too much for the forbidden treasure."

Her voice was soft, reverent, but filled with understanding.

She knew.

She always knew.

"And… there is also the matter of your touch."

She bowed her head slightly.

"Anything that touches you, my lord, can never react with the world the same way again."

Lucifer remained silent for a moment, his expression unreadable.

Then, with a mere flick of his wrist, the corpse crumbled.

The fragments of the jar, the remnants of the child—all turned to fine dust, swept away into the void.

It was over.

Lucifer sighed.

He knew it well—this child's ability had been the key.

With it, he had crushed an entire Royal Demon Family alone.

Such a privilege… would no longer be available against the Asmodeus Royal Demon Family.

Nor the Wrath Demon Royal Family.

That meant only one thing.

He had no choice but to back off.

For now.

But then—

A smile crept onto his lips.

Slowly.

Darkly.

A thought had come to him.

And so, he spoke.

"Ah… but I recall… there is a certain primary plane about to wake from its hundred-year slumber."

His fingers curled slightly, as though savoring the very idea.

"Yes… that Earth should be easy for the taking."

A world unaware.

A world helpless.

A world ripe for him to claim.

Far away—watching through the mirror—

Enel's heart skipped a beat.

A cold dread settled deep into his chest.

Because that sleeping Earth…

Was his own.

And his family was still on it.

He could not—would not—let it fall into Lucifer's hands.

Lucifer, meanwhile, had already turned away.

His voice was calm, commanding, yet as effortless as breathing.

"Sarkina."

She bowed her head deeply.

"Take some of the fallen. Occupy this primary plane. It is ours now."

She placed a hand on her chest, her eyes burning with devotion.

"It will be done, my lord."

Lucifer merely nodded.

Then, with a flick of his fingers, a portal tore open before him.

A swirling rift into the unknown.

He stepped toward it—

But then, he paused.

For just a moment.

And then, he looked.

Not at Sarkina.

Not just the void.

But at something beyond.

His gaze lingered for the briefest of seconds—

As if peering straight at Enel.

And then, he stepped through.

Enel's heart shook.

The scene he had just witnessed—**Lucifer's declaration, the fall of Sloth's domain, the threat to Earth—**replayed in his mind over and over again.

The Mirror of Time had long since shifted, displaying something else.

But for him, it was different.

The images clung to his soul, refusing to let go.

Worry. Fear.

He could not remember the last time he had felt such things.

For most of his life, he had been alone.

A madman in the eyes of the world.

A man who had walked through carnage and blood, never once looking back.

But now—

Now, he had the Lenny family.

And with them, he had bonds.

Not just physical connections, but something deeper—something spiritual.

For a long time, he had refused to acknowledge it.

He had told himself that he was still the same, and they were simply just tools for his goals.

That nothing had changed.

But deep inside, he knew. He actually cared.

And that realization was terrifying.

For one who had been known only as a killer, a murderer, a force of destruction—

To now fear losing something… someone…

That was truly frightening.

His mind spun, tangled in a storm of emotions he was not used to feeling.

His breathing became erratic.

His chest tightened.

His heart pounded against his ribs.

And then—

Pain.

A deep, visceral pain.

He clutched his head, his fingers digging into his skull as his eyes shot wide open.

His pupils dilated. His nerves screamed.

A surge of thoughts flooded his mind all at once—disorganized, intrusive, unrelenting.

Cognitive dissonance.

His entire psyche was in conflict—his past self, the killer, the loner—clashing violently with the part of him that had come to love and protect.

And that disparity was tearing him apart.

Faces flashed before him

Father Black. His daughter, Insect-B.

The others.

All of them.

His vision blurred—not from physical exhaustion, but from the sheer psychological overload.

And yet—

He didn't realize it.

He didn't realize that, at that very moment—

The Mirror of Time was spinning.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Faster than ever before.

King Solomon, standing outside of it, took several cautious steps back.

His ancient eyes widened.

In all the centuries he had possessed the Mirror of Time…

It had never done this.

This was a first.

At such a time, an answer from nowhere came to him.

A thought—no, a whisper in the depths of his mind.

And then—

He spoke.

Not to anyone. Not to Solomon. Not even to the mirror.

But to himself. "I need to stop Lucifer…" His voice was quiet, almost hollow.

But beneath it—

There was conviction, a certainty that burned through his doubts.

But then—

How?

That was the question.

As he was now, he was too weak.

Even though he was growing stronger, faster than he ever had before—

His growth was still nothing compared to Lucifer's.

And Lucifer…

Lucifer was accelerating.

By the time Enel gained enough power, Lucifer would have already returned to his full strength as a Morning Star.

Unstoppable.

Unchallenged.

What he needed—

Was time.

A way to stall for time.