Devil Slave (Satan system)

"...I'm in the mood to fight angels too."

The words had barely left his lips when Asmodeus let out a furious roar, her obsidian wings flaring wide with power. Her hands drew shadow blades from thin air, and she barked a guttural command:

"Now!"

The other eight demon chiefs—those ancient monsters destined to become sin incarnate—rushed forward, their forms massive, magic-choked, and vibrating with cosmic violence.

But then.

Sssshhhk!

A sound sharp and clean, like a whip through silk.

A thin red line drew itself silently across Asmodeus' neck. Her glowing eyes widened. Her wings faltered. Then—

Her head slid from her shoulders.

Boom.

It hit the cold ground with a sickening crack, and her blood erupted upward in a geyser, spilling across the ice like molten crimson, painting the Ninth Layer with fire and gore.

Behind her stood the culprit.

Uriel.

Descending slowly, his wings bright and beautiful, but smile croaked, and yet his presence was radiant with menace. His blade gleamed—long, thin, and so sharp it did not shine, for light could not cling to it.

He landed in silence, save for the sound of Asmodeus' twitching corpse collapsing fully into the ice.

She was dead, but that blow definitely hurt like hell. Death might have not been born, but pain definitely existed.

The other demon chiefs, took a step back.

This one was no ordinary enemy.

This was a Fallen Cherubim.

"If you're still in the mood to face an angel," Uriel said, his voice calm and cold, "I'll happily oblige you."

He sheathed his sword. A gesture of disdain rather than peace, and continued.

"But I suggest… you call for help."

"Perhaps your lovely Entity… Love. Or maybe… your other... companion."

He said it with purpose. With weight.

Enel's breath caught.

Companion.

"What did you just say?" he asked, voice tight.

Uriel floated just inches off the ground, hands behind his back, like a teacher awaiting a student's answer.

"Oh… the white-haired one when im wolf form?" he said, feigning innocence. "What was her name again?"

He let the moment dangle.

"Ah yes…I did hear you call her Allison."

Enel's eyes turned crimson.

His aura exploded—blades of light, flame, and chaos magic sparking outward.

"You—!" A realization had hit Enel.

Uriel chuckled.

"Relax. I simply left her a gift."

Enel's sword raised instantly.

"What. Did. You. Do?"

Uriel answered as if bored:

"You underestimate the wisdom of a Cherubim... Lenny Tales...wait, did I get that right?... thats your name isn't it? A peculiarname from another time. Fascinating. " He gave a slight smile, "I deduced easily. You aimed for Heaven's gate. You could not get in, so you might as well have gone to find a way. But you would definitely still return. I mean, after all, it is heaven. To the best of my knowledge, there is only one gate in and out. That meant you would return, I'm I right? It only made sense to prepare a failsafe..."

Enel frowned tighter. What the angel had said actually made a lot of sense. While Oliver believed that Allison was strong enough to hold her own, he was worried. But more than that, he was annoyed.

Uriel's trap was meant for him. No doubt the angel was pissed off after the last battle. And would utilise any means possible to get back at Enel.

"So… I left something." Uriel continued. "Don't worry, if our battle lasts long enough, i am sure they will be bringingher head here."

He smiled.

"Let's see how well she fares."

"You bastard!!" Enel roared.

With a scream that shattered the still air, Enel launched forward. His body blurred with divine speed, chaos energy coiling around him like a storm given form.

Uriel raised one hand, unsheathing his sword again in a single motion—

Clang!

Their blades collided with a sonic boom so violent it cracked the distant ice mountains.

.....

Meanwhile...

The shimmering portal behind her closed with a soft hum, its warmth replaced by a sudden and unnerving stillness.

Allison's boots hit the clouded floor of Heaven's threshold as the Hellbeast beneath her groaned and pulled back. She stood tall now, the breath from her lips vaporizing in the divine chill.

Before her was Heaven's Gate.

She had been here with Enel before. But even now, it was still breathtaking to see.

It glistened, an arch of stardust, tall as mountains, gleaming with the soft light of unborn suns. Behind it—pure light. Pure peace. An untouched realm that had never known pain.

And of course, the two mountainous beings–angels that stood on either side.

At such a time, love's words echoed in her mind: "Just reach the gate."

It did not make sense to her. After all, if it was just about reaching the gate, then the last time dhe was here with Enel coukd have done the trick. Or was she missing something?

Then again, Love had not been explicit with the details of how she was going to by pass these angels.

Just reaching here, and she could feel their haze on her. Of course, she could not see their eyes as their form was too large, but she definitely felt their intense stare.

As if to say that they dared her to make the wrong move.

She swallowed, breath shaky.

"I will have figure this out."

Allison did not think herself a coward. She was once Commander and heir to Victor's Werewolf clan. She had taken on very dangerous missions around the cosmos and came out victorious.

But nothing made her heart beat like this. One wrong move and it all could be over. But that was the problem, what was the wrong move.

Just then—

A jolt shot down her spine. Danger, and it came from behind. Fast. Heavy.

Allison didn't think. She moved.

She launched herself into the air—twisting mid-spin, her clawed hand arcing back—

Clang!!!

The impact was earth-shaking.

Sparks flew. Thunder roared.

The force sent her skidding backward across the marble-like cloud floor. Her heels dug in as she steadied herself.

Two silhouettes stepped through the golden mist behind her.

Two figures who were Armored. Winged. Bladed.

Their presence was impossible to miss.

Fallen Angels.

The one on the left raised a longsword shaped like a lightning bolt.

"Are you the one that challenged lord Uriel?" he said coldly, his voice like broken glass laced with honey.

The other, a female with hair like molten gold, pointed her halberd at Allison.

"I doubt that brother, we might have hotten the short end of the stick with our draw. It might have been more interesting to fight off the demons of hell."

Allison's claws extended further, curling with cosmic energy and magic, light pulsing beneath her skin.

"You have no idea," she growled. "The demons would have been kinder..."