Devil Slave (Satan system)

As Athena resolved her mind to face her opponents, Kanada stood behind, taking a peek into her robes. There, a golden brain nestled where her heart should have been, beating as one.

Of course, this was none other than the Brain of the Wise king Solomon, and one of the seven forbidden Treasures.

In truth, the only reason she and the others had survived thus far was as a result of this treasure. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Even if others did not know, it did not matter.

It was not a coincidence that She and Athena had paired up against the fallen that they faced.

It was also not a coincidence that father Black had faced those two in space.

If the roles had been switched, the earth would have had more losses.

So far, she was confident of one thing. These fallen angels did not know it, but they had already lost the battle.

While this knowledge was very comforting, it was also very scary.

Because even her, and the use of this forbidden treasure could only calculate and manipulate so far.

Lucifer also had a forbidden treasure. The brain and wisdom of Solomon was great, but the weapons of Lucifer and his twin brother, dominated the peak of the forbidden Treasures.

All she could do was hope and pray. Because right now, she had done her best.

"Kanada!" Athena screamed at her, "are you going to battle or not?"

Kanada smiled. As she fell on her ass. "No, dont worry. Its no longer our business. They have arrived."

The moments she said those words, a loud menacing shout was heard, and then the forceful break through into the arcane realm.

It was a huge muscular figure wielding a broad sword.

He had a floating crown on his head.

On seeing him, athena braced herself for battle, but Athena shook her head. "Don’t worry, he is on our side."

She had barely finished talking when the figure turned to kanada, "sorry, I’m late. There was a bit of hold up on the way here. YOU know, getting solomon to pull all the resources of the false Heaven to build me a body that could actually carry all my capability and potential."

He massaged the back of his head as he gave a dry chuckle.

The Fallen weeping angel frowned at this. "Another one comes to die?"

However, the man that just arrived turned to the fallen, a look of disgust on his face, "who told scum to talk."

He moved.

His great sword like the finality of all things.

Athena’s eyes widened in surprise. After taking out that fallen angel, she had indeed become tired, and was wondering what miracle she and Kanada were going to perform to win.

But now, she was left speechless.

"Who... Who is that?"

"Oh... that’s Alexander. You know, Alexander the Great."

....

While...

Chaos and slaughter painted reality above and below, far beyond both creation and time—

in the unreachable void between existence itself—

something older than history began to stir.

A streak of blinding brilliance tore across the endless dark like a divine comet, trailing behind it feathers that shimmered with the hues of dying stars. It was not light—no, this was Lucifer Morningstar. His descent into the void was grace twisted into terror, beauty soaked in apocalypse.

Behind him came his host—the Fallen Choir of Heaven.

Each one was different, grotesque and magnificent in equal measure. Some still bore fragments of their former celestial glory—halo rings cracked and dripping molten radiance. Others were horror incarnate: one shaped like a tree of crystal veins, its branches hung with screaming orbs of light that once were angels; another—a being of bronze and black flame—wore a cathedral as its crown.

And still others... towered so monstrously vast that their very silhouettes resembled planets chained in orbit around Lucifer himself, their wings like curtains across galaxies.

Lucifer hovered there in the empty nothing, wings unfurling twelvefold—six pairs that arched from the back of his head all the way to his feet. Each pair was a different shade of ruin: white, gold, black, crimson, azure, and void—every beat of them bent space itself.

And then she appeared beside him—Seraphina.

She emerged like an echo of light, her beauty sharp enough to wound thought itself. Her hair glowed faintly with the remembrance of heaven’s dawn, and her eyes shimmered with quiet regret.

Stepping forward, her bare feet barely touching the unseen fabric of the void, she bowed her head deeply.

"My lord," she began, her voice soft yet carrying across eternity, "it would seem that the fallen we sent have... fallen to the machinations of the humans."

Regret etched her tone as she dropped to one knee, wings folding inward like a penitent flame.

"I have failed your will. Punish me, my Lord Morningstar."

But Lucifer only laughed.

The sound rolled through the void like SWEET thunder through crystal.

"Those are the seeds left behind by my brat, Lenny." His grin was slow, cruel, and glorious. "If they were not capable of this much, then I would have been gravely disappointed."

He tilted his head, eyes glimmering with that impossible hunger that could unmake suns.

"But don’t worry, Seraphina," he continued, voice smooth as venom. "It won’t be enough. Not with what we are bringing to the table."

He spread his six pairs of wings wide, each pair casting its own distorted reflection of creation—past, present, and future—across the void.

"After I consume them here... then we shall visit the Eighth Earth, make my way to the Nether, and consume her..."

He didn’t say the name. He didn’t have to.

The intent alone burned through the folds of the void, echoing through the fractured edges of the cosmos.

Even the stars that were not born yet shivered.

And deep, deep within the endless dark beyond the Nether realm—

something ancient opened an eye.

It was not a light, but the opposite of it—an eye that bled liquid darkness, swallowing the void around it.

If one were to name the being that eye belonged to, she would be called Darkness, Sister of the One Above All.

And her gaze fell upon Lucifer with a quiet, unreadable rage.

But Lucifer only smiled, turning his gaze forward through the dark that wasn’t dark.

"Come out, kids," he said, spreading his arms wide. His grin was all teeth and glory.

"Daddy came for dinner."

His words hadn’t even faded before the void answered.

Voices rose from the abyss, old and deep enough to make angels scream in memory.

"So it’s true then," came a voice dripping with arrogance and hunger.

"We were your target..."

And from the abyss stepped forth a figure—grotesque, radiant, obscene.

An obese body covered entirely in gold and precious stones, each movement causing gemstones to clink and grind against one another. His eyes were bottomless pits of desire.

This was Greed, the Primordial Demon. Even though they was danger before him, he licked his lips at tge glory around the morning star and even Seraphina, smiling wide enough to split his jeweled face.

And as he floated out of the darkness, the others followed—

The ancient Primordial Demons joining the battle at last.