Devil Slave (Satan system)

Enel turned slowly, his gaze locking with the approaching figure. His lips moved before he could stop them.

"Uriel."

The name fell from his mouth like a memory finally uncovered.

Uriel halted mid-flight, eyes narrowing as a hint of surprise crossed his otherwise unreadable face.

"You know my name? Interesting… Are you an Entity?"

Enel's jaw clenched. His instinct screamed yes, to stick to the script, to lie.

But as his mouth opened, a force beyond his control wrenched the truth from his tongue.

"I am not an Entity."

His voice rang clear, honest—too honest.

Enel winced. Allison turned toward him sharply, whispering under her breath.

"What are you doing?"

"We have to keep our identity hidden, Enel. You know this."

Her warning came too late.

Uriel's sharp eyes glinted with newfound interest.

"If you're not Entities… then what exactly are you?"

Allison stepped forward, hoping to control the conversation. Her lips parted with a carefully constructed lie—but once again, the truth clawed its way out, unfiltered.

"We are humans."

The moment the words left her mouth, she gasped in shock.

Enel now understood. Of course. Uriel was no ordinary angel—he was a Cherubim, the intelligence agents of the cosmos. Even in his fallen state, he retained the ability to extract truth from reality itself. A passive aura that ripped falsehoods from those near him.

Uriel tilted his head, narrowing his gaze.

"Humans? But the only humans should be…"

He paused,

"…You are not from this time, are you?"

His voice deepened as realization struck.

"Tell me… how did you do it? No mortal should possess that kind of power. Give it to me. That power belongs to my Lord Master Lucifer. He shall—"

Before the sentence could finish, Enel moved.

A flash. A blur. A punch.

Square to the face of the fallen angel.

Even Allison was stunned. Her eyes wide as Uriel staggered slightly, clutching his jaw.

Gold.

Blood.

He bled gold.

Uriel looked at his fingers, then chuckled in disbelief.

"I have not seen the color of my blood in many sun-cycles… Even among angels, few have landed such a blow… or caught me so off guard."

He raised his eyes now, serious.

"You have my interest. Tell me, humans from another time… What is your name?"

Enel smirked, stepping forward, calm and confident.

"Lenny Tales. I need you to remember it.

You'll be needing to."

He waved his hand, and with a shimmer of white-gold light, two long swords materialized from his dimensional storage—elegant, otherworldly, humming with holy and infernal resonance alike.

Uriel's eyes widened. Something in the swords called to him.

"That design… is that… my design?"

Enel remained silent.

But he knew the truth.

This was Uriel's own future creation—the Satan System, the foundational framework he had not yet completed. Of course, he would recognize his own handiwork. That was a risk too great.

Uriel could not be allowed to leave.

"The other one… she's fully human,"

Uriel continued,

"But you… I smell angel blood on you. And demon blood. But no demon can defeat me. You see, there's a reason demon ranks fall beneath us… If the world judged power in angelic ranks—"

"—It wouldn't be fair. Yes, yes. Blah blah. You told me that before," Enel interrupted dryly.

Uriel's eyes flashed. "You've… heard me say that?"

"You don't shut up about it," Enel said with a smirk.

Then, in a heartbeat, he moved.

The air cracked as Enel attacked.

The sky lit up like a second dawn.

Attack after attack.

Sudden. It pushed Uriel back, and for a split second, there was a huge space between them.

The air grew dense—an electric tension warping the very fabric of space as Enel took to the sky, both swords humming with power that made the stars seem dim.

Uriel, floating effortlessly across from him, spread his four majestic wings, light radiating from him in brilliant pulses. His golden halo shimmered violently, a stark contrast to the dark cosmos behind him.

> "You were trained well," Uriel said, narrowing his eyes. "Perhaps… too well."

Enel didn't respond. He simply tilted his blade, and the steel hissed.

Then—he vanished.

CRACK!

Like thunder breaking the edge of reality, Enel reappeared just above Uriel, swords slashing down in an X formation. Uriel's forearm snapped up, blocking with the radiant edge of his wing.

CLANG!

Sparks scattered across space like miniature stars.

But Enel didn't stop. His form blurred, reappearing below, then behind—then diagonally across, launching a precise upward slash.

Uriel parried, spinning with divine grace, retaliating with a spear of pure white divine magic, its force causing space to ripple violently.

BOOM!

The spear tore through an asteroid behind Enel, but the man himself twisted mid-air—defying momentum—and rushed forward again.

Suddenly, Enel's body exploded with auras of three colors:

Dark purple Chaos Magic, writhing like a sentient storm around him.

Brilliant silver-white Angelic Flames, coating his swords in holy fire.

Black-violet Negative Magic, surging through his veins like shadow lightning.

Uriel's eyes widened.

"You… those energies?!"

Enel spun in midair, both blades igniting with a strange harmony—angelic flame on one, chaos and dark pulse on the other. He dove again, and this time, he did not hold back.

The two clashed.

Blades danced with the fury of experience.

Uriel had taught him before. Of course, Enel knew how to fight him.

Uriel tried to rise in altitude, wings surging with holy energy, but Enel mirrored him, flying without wings, carried by the cosmic energy he bent to his will.

Each movement was perfect—an aerial war dance.

Uriel hurled a wave of divine magic, pure white light that would bend the knees of mortals and silence gods alike.

Enel's response? He sliced through it—cleaved the beam clean in half, and the aftershock exploded behind him like a nova.

Uriel was stunned.

Then, he saw it—Enel's eyes, no longer calm and analytical.

They had turned red as blood, glowing with terrifying intensity.

Berserker Mode.

No, not just that.

Enel's body now surged with Will.

A state where every muscle, every nerve, every breath was focused on a single outcome: Victory.

Uriel's face grew serious. He let his wings twist around him, their edges sharpening into bladed extensions, transforming them into spinning celestial weapons.

Clang! Enel struck one, rebounded off, twisted midair, and came down at a blinding angle from Uriel's blind spot.

Uriel staggered as a gash opened on his side.

"Impossible..." he whispered.

But more followed. Every move Uriel made, Enel was already there—cutting, dodging, predicting. As if he knew the very flow of Uriel's thoughts.

"How…?" Uriel grunted, his wings retracting briefly as three more cuts appeared on his chest and leg.

He tried to conjure his divine shield, a lattice of pure light—only for Enel to shatter it instantly, chaos and negative energy cracking the very runes of its formation.

And then Uriel saw the truth—his wounds weren't healing.

That realization hit like a falling star.

"No… that shouldn't be…"

Enel landed a spinning kick directly into Uriel's chest, sending him hurtling through a small asteroid, obliterating it in a flash of light.

The debris scattered into nearby space, fragments of molten rock falling toward a small planet in the distance. As their battle continued, stray bursts of energy—Enel's wild arcs of chaos magic, Uriel's rupturing divine pulses—began to carve the planet's crust open like soft fruit.

Boom.

Boom.

CRACK.

The small world imploded under the weight of their fight.

Enel hovered now, glowing with white flame and black shadow.

Uriel floated opposite him, golden blood dripping, his breath labored but his pride intact.

This was no longer a battle.

This was a message to the past.

Enel pointed his blade, "surrender!"

"Surrender?!" Uriel raised his head slowly. "Of course... why did i not think about it. If you are from any where in time, it will be the future. After all, nothing exists in the past. And the way you battle...hmmm, I seemed to have been a good teacher...But..."