Devil Slave (Satan system)

They exited through the back door in haste, the floor of the Rainbow Bridge already trembling beneath their feet from the clashing powers on the other side.

Love moved fast but some how still graceful— her silken robes trailing like comet dust behind her.

Behind them, the roars of the mini angelic war shook the air. Enel didn't need to look back—he could feel Pride's energy flaring in challenge against the tide of fallen power.

Then again, pride was not weak. This much was clear in his name.

Love paused near the edge of a radiant cliff. With a graceful motion, she raised her hand and carved open space itself. A glowing portal, humming with prismatic energy, split the air. Its swirling center shimmered with unknown stars, bound together by the divine emotions of its creator.

But the surge of power that came from opening such a gate was immense—it did not go unnoticed.

From across the battlefield, one of Uriel's warriors turned sharply. A lean, winged being of divine terror. This one wore armor laced with the marks of judgment. He raised his great hammer and flew toward them like a silver streak.

Uriel, locked in combat with Pride, shouted, "Seize them! I'll hold this one!"

The angel accelerated.

Enel stopped. Dealing with fallen angels was not exactly a problem for him, regardless of his power rank. His experience with their kind, made up for huge gaps. He turned around.

"Go ahead," he said to Love and Allison. "I'll deal with this."

Love's voice was firm, "Enel—!"

"I said go!"

He spun back toward the incoming threat, extending both arms. With a flash of light and sound, his twin swords materialized, each forged of chaos magic, white flame, and darkened energy. They crackled like thunder in his grip.

The angel crashed down before him, bringing a hammer down like a comet.

Boom!

Enel sidestepped, his feet grinding into the crystalline soil. His swords moved with trained precision—he slashed upward with one, countered with the second, forcing the angel into a flurry of defensive swings.

The enemy was fast—a Dominion-class angel. once tasked with overseeing the rise and fall of nations.

But Enel wasn't just strong—he was clever.

He feinted a reckless strike with his left blade—leaving his side open—only to pivot, releasing a sudden shockwave of negative energy. The angel blocked it, but the delay was enough.

Enel flashed behind him.

> Slice!

With one clean, savage strike, he cleaved the angel's head clean off, sending it tumbling to the glowing earth.

But before he could breathe…

The body stumbled once, then stopped.

Enel's eyes widened.

The headless body stood still—and then the neck began to knit together. Golden sinew stretched, twisted, and rebuilt itself, until the head sat firmly once more atop the shoulders.

The angel's eyes opened—brighter, angrier.

Enel tensed, spinning his blades for round two—

"Enel!" Love cried from behind. "It's ready! Run!"

The portal was glowing fully now, its center stretching like an open eye.

Enel cursed under his breath. "Right."

He turned and sprinted, swords still lit with power, as the angel let out a roar behind him. Allison grabbed his arm mid-stride, and together, all three of them leapt through the portal just as a radiant blast from the angel shattered the earth behind them.

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They landed—hard.

The first thing that hit them was the heat. Then the smell.

All around them, flames licked at the crimson sky. Towers of ash rose like monuments, and rivers of molten metal glowed with pain.

Enel stood slowly, his cloak already singed. Allison covered her nose, eyes stinging from the air.

Love, however, stood calmly, brushing soot from her sleeves.

"Welcome," she said, "to Hell."

A long silence stretched between them.

Then Enel turned to her. "What happened back there?" he asked, his voice gravel.

"Back when I cut him. His head was gone. He should have died."

Love nodded, her expression sad.

"He didn't die," she replied softly, "because Death hasn't been born yet. Or have you forgotten, she was... or rather, will be born into the world when Cain Strikes Abel."

The words sank into the smoky air like iron.

"Wait...so no matter how violent we got there, death just does not exist?"

Love nodded, "I think you underestimate just how much power the human nature has. Remember this, man was created in the image of the One Able All. The most perfect of all beings. Even the presence of Sin only did so much to dampen that power and potential. Okay... enough of that. We are here now."

Love walked ahead, her bare feet gliding over the charred earth as if untouched by the fires around her. Behind her, Enel and Allison kept close, wary of every crackling ember and bubbling pool of lava.

Of course, they were too high in power level for this to hurt them.

But that did not mean that they would let their guard down.

The skies here were thick and low, painted in streaks of crimson and black, as though the heavens themselves had bled into the air. Sulfur whispered through the wind. Screams echoed from deep within the rock—but they were echoes of the future.

Hell was not yet what it would one day become.

"This is Hell," Love said softly again. "Not yet a prison… not yet a furnace of judgment. But its heart already knows what it will be."

Enel looked around, his eyes scanning the vast wasteland.

"So... it's empty?"

Love gave a subtle smile. "No. Not quite."

They continued, leaving behind the lakes of lava and sharp volcanic ridges. Then, as they climbed over a jagged hill of obsidian spires, they saw it.

Before them stretched a vast valley, filled with beasts.

Not just monsters—these were primordial titans, their very breathing causing the air to quake. Some stood as tall as towers, covered in shimmering gold scales that refracted the hellfire into brilliant rainbows. One curled around a mountain of bones, its wings like torn galaxy sheets, shimmering and immense.

Others were grotesque: beasts with three mouths, each speaking a different language of pain; another with a single eye, too wide for its malformed head, its body made of writhing shadow and molten chains.

But no matter their beauty or horror—they were all powerful. The air here trembled with their presence. Some snarled. Some watched. None moved.

Allison stepped closer to Enel, claws half-drawn on instinct. "These things... they could level worlds."

She was not wrong.

Love, unshaken, walked ahead.

She stopped before the grandest of the beasts: a great lion-headed beast with wings like broken suns and a mane of red-hot cinders. Its eyes glowed dimly, and its body bore ancient cracks, like old pottery left to decay.

It had only one giant eye on its head.

Right now, Enel did not know this. But this fateful meeting was the reason Athena would later connect with these creatures.

Without fear, Love reached up and patted the beast's shoulder.

It groaned, the ground shaking beneath their feet. Then, in a voice that sounded like boulders scraping across stone, it spoke:

"Love. Have you come to spread word of the Master's forgiveness?"

Enel's eyes widened. "It… spoke?"

Even Allison blinked in disbelief. She'd seen many Hell beasts in her time. But none—none—spoke in such fluent human tongue, and even less with such... longing.

Love's expression softened, and her glow dimmed with sorrow. "No, old friend. Not yet. The One Above All has not yet given word. Heaven's gates remain sealed."

The beast looked away, its nostrils flaring with pain. Around it, others stirred. Some looked to the sky. One let out a low moan that echoed across the valley.

Enel stepped forward, his voice low. "How did they get here? These things… they don't feel like demons."

Love looked back at him, eyes glinting. "They're not. They were once Heaven Beasts. Guardians of the Celestial Paths. Loyal to the Throne."

Enel frowned. "Then why are they here?"

Her gaze turned distant. "Because they chose wrong."

She turned back to the lion beast, her fingers brushing its mane with reverence.

"They followed Lucifer. Not out of greed. Not out of rebellion. But out of loyalty… to their masters. Many served angels who fell. And when the war was lost—when Lucifer and his host were cast out—these beasts fell with them."

Enel's jaw clenched.

Love continued. "They were abandoned by the angels who had commanded them. Left behind like old weapons… discarded. Not allowed to return to Heaven. And not accepted among the demons. This—" she gestured at the burning land around them— "became their refuge. The trash heap of the cosmos."

Enel looked at the valley again with new eyes.

Not as a place of monsters.

But a graveyard of loyalty.

Allison exhaled slowly, lowering her claws.

"They were soldiers," she whispered. "Just like us."

The lion beast lowered its head toward her, as if in understanding.

Love turned back toward them. "Come. The core is not far...."