Devil Slave (Satan system)

They hadn't gone far when Enel suddenly squeezed Allison's hand—tight, urgent.

She turned to him, startled. "What's wrong?"

But Enel didn't answer immediately. He lifted a hand and pointed ahead, eyes narrowed, breath caught in his throat.

Allison followed his gaze—and saw him.

Adam.

The First Man.

His presence radiated something ancient and majestic. His body was tall and finely built, carved with the grace of balance and perfection. Golden skin shimmered in the sunlight like it had been kissed by the stars themselves, and his hair was the color of harvested wheat, full and thick, cascading just past his shoulders. There was a calm authority to him—neither arrogance nor pride, only purpose and peace. His every step seemed to command the land around him, and yet he moved with the stillness of one who belonged to the world, not ruled it.

At first, he seemed to be communing with one of the trees, his hand pressed gently against its bark as he spoke.

But then—Allison looked closer.

It wasn't the tree he was speaking to.

It was something on it.

Coiled lazily along the massive branches of a great tree—its scales iridescent, its eyes gleaming like distant galaxies—was a very massive serpent. Not ordinary in any sense. It radiated intellect, radiated charm, and carried an unspoken weight in the way it gazed down at Adam.

Enel's lips parted.

One name slipped from them, barely a whisper:

"Lucifer."

And as if summoned by the sound, the serpent turned—sharply, suddenly.

Its eyes locked directly on Enel.

A chill ran through him.

Without a word, Enel grabbed Allison and pulled them both behind the thick trunk of a nearby tree, breath held, hearts pounding. No doubt… with that entity present, venturing further would be far too dangerous.

They waited in silence as Adam and the Serpent seemed to finish their conversation.

Then, from across the garden, a woman approached.

Her hair was long, flowing like a silk river of emerald green, shifting hues with the breeze—like the leaves of a forest during the peak of spring. Her eyes were deep and wise, like ancient forests that had witnessed the birth of time. Unlike the childlike innocence of Lilith or the serene joy of Naamah, her beauty was present, grounded, commanding. She exuded a mature allure—ageless, and utterly captivating.

This was Lamastu.

She extended her hand to Adam, who took it with a smile of gentle affection, and together they began walking toward the pond—where the other sisters of Eve were already gathered.

Lilith stood at the edge of the water now.

Her bare feet hovered just above the surface, as if even the pond itself didn't dare disturb her grace. Then she closed her eyes… and began to sing.

And even from their hiding place, Enel heard it.

The melody spilled like light across the garden—soft and transcendent. It was more than just beautiful; it was holy. Each note held the purity of a time before sin, before pain. A sound untouched by sorrow or betrayal.

Enel's heart trembled.

His eyes watered, lips trembling.

She had lost this.

That voice… that soul… that untouched divinity… all of it, crushed beneath the weight of what was to come.

No wonder, Enel thought.

No wonder the other Sisters of Eve, in the far future, hated Lucifer with such raw, burning rage.

Because he was the one who took this from them.

And for a fleeting moment, hiding beneath the eaves of the trees, Enel grieved—not for himself, but for them.

For the paradise that would soon fall.

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Lilith's song filled the air like the breeze itself had become sound. Every note seemed to touch the leaves and pause the wind. Even time itself felt like it had slowed, as though creation longed to savor every syllable that passed her lips.

Enel's eyes shimmered, and Allison stood motionless, hand clasped in his, both enthralled.

But then—

A voice.

Subtle… but deep. Velvet-wrapped thunder, smooth and commanding. It came from behind them.

"Who are you?"

The air thickened.

Enel and Allison turned slowly—and there he was.

The Serpent.

No longer perched on the tree, he stood behind them in all his terrible glory. His serpentine body, once coiled high above, now slithered forward—each movement silent, like liquid shadow. Then, with a sudden shimmer of light and darkness interwoven—

He changed.

No longer a beast, but a man. Or something that wore a man's shape.

Lucifer.

Tall. Magnificent. His face held the kind of beauty that transcended gender, era, and culture. A celestial elegance sculpted by divine hands. But… he was not whole.

His back bore the ruins of wings.

Not merely lost—ripped. Torn from flesh with ruthless, divine violence. Bits of glowing feathers still clung to his shoulders, the stumps of what were once vast, cosmos-spanning wings twitching faintly as if trying to remember their former glory.

Like a fallen phoenix, robbed of fire.

Even so, his presence demanded reverence. His gaze, burning and gold, pierced the air between them.

An angel's wings were more than just limbs. They were links to the cosmos—extensions of divine will. The source of power, command, and communion.

Now broken.

But Enel did not step back.

Instead, he stepped forward.

Challenging. Eyes locked with Lucifer's.

"We are…" Enel began, voice steady, "entities… curious to see what the One Above All's latest creations looked like."

Lucifer's expression didn't change much, but one brow lifted—a flicker of intrigue.

Before the fallen prince could press further, Enel turned swiftly to Allison.

"We're done here," he said, gripping her wrist.

"But—" she began, confused.

"We're leaving," he said firmly, already pulling her away, the Garden's beauty now a haunting backdrop to the urgency in his voice.

They passed through the lush greenery, crossed the streams of milky waters once more, until the gates of Hortus Primordialis were behind them.

Allison tugged her hand free once they reached the outside. "Why?" she demanded. "Why did we leave? We were so close. We could've waited, seen the One Above All—"

Enel turned, his eyes darkened by something deeper.

"If we stayed any longer," he said, "I was going to strike him down."

Her eyes widened.

"But you said—"

"I know. I know," Enel snapped softly, calming his voice. "But the fury building in me… I would have acted. And that would have broken everything."

He turned his face to the sky.

"Death isn't even born yet. Do you understand what that means? If I kill him now, I might destroy the very idea of endings. I might unravel the path we're supposed to walk."

Allison was silent.

After a moment, she asked, "Then what about our plan? What about meeting the One Above All?"

Enel gave a soft breath. A tired, almost amused sigh.

"We'll do without it. For now," he said, stepping forward.

"The universe is still young. The threads of creation haven't drifted apart yet. If I'm right…"

He lifted off the ground, floating upward. "Then Heaven, like the other worlds, is still close by."

Allison followed, flying into the air with him as he did.

Together, they ascended, vanishing into the clouds like comets burning upward.

But neither of them noticed…

From beyond the gates of the Garden…

Lucifer stood there.

Watching.

Expression unreadable.