Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1293: Marian’s End

As Marian stared at Allison in shock, her gaze shifted downward to the blade still in her hand. Only now did she notice something peculiar—the weapon was disintegrating, its sleek, deadly form dissolving into nothing but faint, glowing particles that vanished into the air.

"What...?" Marian gasped, her voice filled with confusion and panic. "How is this possible?"

Enel chuckled softly, his tone laced with mockery. "You really are quite stupid, Marian."

Her head snapped toward him, her face twisting in anger. "What did you do?"

Enel folded his arms, leaning casually against the wall. "I suspected you long before we boarded this craft," he began, his voice calm but brimming with smug satisfaction. "When you were to board the craft, I whispered to Lana, instructing her to disarm you."

Marian’s eyes widened, her mind racing. "Disarm me? But my blade—"

"Wasn’t your blade at all," Enel interrupted smoothly. "Lana used her creation magic to forge a fake weapon. She swapped it out when she conveniently decided to play the hero and fix the craft from the outside. The best time if i may add as the craft was all shaky, even a werewolf woukd have their senses ineven in such a situation."

Marian’s breath quickened as the realization hit her. "You... you planned this? But how? How did you know I would even use a blade? Werewolves are proud of their claws! We never rely on weapons!"

Enel smirked. "Exactly," he said, his eyes gleaming. "That’s why it was suspicious. Why would a werewolf carry a weapon at their side when their claws are more than sufficient? It didn’t add up. I didn’t know about the bowl of forgiveness taking away magic, but I suspected a lot of things. And when something doesn’t feel right, I put plans in place."

Marian’s face twisted in disbelief. She took a shaky step back, trying to process everything. "You... you knew... this whole time?"

Enel’s smile widened. "Of course I did."

Before Marian could utter another word, Allison moved with the speed of a viper. Her leg swept out in a low, calculated motion, grappling Marian’s legs and sending her crashing to the ground. The impact knocked the wind out of Marian, and before she could recover, Allison was on her, pinning her down with one hand firmly wrapped around her throat.

Marian’s eyes bulged as she struggled against Allison’s grip, but it was no use. Allison leaned in close, her voice low and icy. "You’re not walking away from this, Marian. You’ve betrayed your pack, your honor, and your mate bond. You’ll be judged by the werewolf city, and believe me, they will not be kind."

As Allison held Marian down, the two Ouroboros assassins who had been standing silently nearby suddenly sprang into action, their movements swift and deadly. They lunged toward Allison with knives glinting in the dim light, their eyes fixed on her exposed back.

Before they could reach her, however, Enel finally moved. For the first time since the confrontation began, he stepped off the bed with deliberate precision, intercepting the assassins mid-charge.

One of them aimed a horizontal slash at his torso, but Enel sidestepped it, using the momentum to drive his elbow into the assassin’s ribs. The other swung high, aiming for his neck, and Enel ducked, landing a sharp uppercut that sent the assassin stumbling back.

"Two against one? Tsk, tsk," Enel said, shaking his head. "Don’t you know I’ve taken down bigger and badder than you before breakfast?"

The assassins exchanged a glance before attacking simultaneously, their strikes coordinated and relentless. One swept low, aiming to trip him, while the other aimed a powerful punch at his head. Enel dodged the sweep, catching the punch with his forearm, but the force of it reverberated through his body, driving him back a step.

Even though they were without their magic, their bodies had been bathed with the blessing of their power level, and Enel was still not at that power level.

The first assassin capitalized on the opening, slamming a knee into Enel’s side. The impact was brutal, and Enel felt the air leave his lungs as pain radiated through his ribs. He coughed, a spray of blood escaping his lips.

"Still standing?" one assassin sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.

Enel wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his grin unwavering. "You hit hard," he admitted, flexing his fingers. "But I hit harder."

He surged forward, grabbing the taunting assassin by the arm and twisting it behind his back with a sickening crack. Before the assassin could cry out, Enel drove his knee into his spine, sending him sprawling to the floor.

The second assassin roared in fury, landing a heavy punch on Enel’s shoulder that made him stagger. Enel retaliated with a sharp jab to the assassin’s throat, followed by a spinning kick to his chest that sent him crashing into the wall.

"Stay down," Enel growled, rolling his shoulders. "Or I’ll make sure you stay down for good."

Meanwhile, Allison’s attention was momentarily drawn to Enel as she saw the blood dripping from his lips. Her eyes widened in worry. "Enel—" she began, but her concern cost her.

Marian, seizing the distraction, drove her elbow upward with all her strength, striking Allison squarely in the face. Allison recoiled, a sharp pain shooting through her nose as Marian shoved her off and scrambled to her feet.

Marian’s eyes darted toward the door, her survival instincts taking over.

But just as she took her first step toward freedom, Allison flicked her wrist. In one smooth motion, the needle Enel had given her earlier appeared in her hand. With practiced precision, she flung it at Marian.

The needle pierced Marian’s neck with a soft thud, and she froze mid-step, her body locking in place. Her eyes widened in shock and fear as she tried to move, but her limbs refused to obey.

"Not so fast," Allison said coldly, rubbing her sore face as she got back on her feet. "You’re not going anywhere."

Enel glanced over his shoulder at the scene, smirking despite the blood trickling from his mouth. "Nice throw," he said, before turning back to the assassins struggling on the floor. "Now, where were we?"

Marian’s eyes widened in terror as the poison began to spread from the point where the needle had pierced her neck. Dark, red lines crawled through her veins, stark against her pale skin, as the toxin worked its way through her body. She gasped, clutching at her throat, but her limbs refused to respond.

"Enel..." she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper, before her knees buckled. She collapsed to the ground, her lifeless eyes staring blankly ahead, her body still as death claimed her.

Allison stood frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looked at Marian’s still body. She turned sharply to Enel, a mixture of shock and accusation in her expression. "Enel... the needle... it was poisoned?"

Enel smiled, his usual calm demeanor unchanged. "Don’t feel pity for her, Allison," he said, his tone steady but firm. "She tried to kill you, remember? She wouldn’t have hesitated. It’s only fair that she met the same fate she had planned for you."

Allison hesitated, her eyes flicking back to Marian’s body. She felt a flicker of guilt, but Enel’s words resonated with her. Marian had been ruthless, and her actions left no room for mercy.

Enel didn’t wait for her response. He turned away from Marian’s body and strode toward the two Ouroboros assassins writhing on the ground, their injuries rendering them powerless. He knelt beside the first, his movements almost casual, and pulled out a pair of needles from what seemed to be nowhere.

The assassins’ eyes widened in panic as they realized what was coming. "W-wait—" one of them began to plead, but his words were cut off as Enel drove the needle into his neck with precision.

"Too late for regrets," Enel muttered as the assassin’s body convulsed briefly before falling still.

He moved to the second assassin, who tried to crawl away despite his broken bones. Enel grabbed him by the collar, forcing him to face him. "You knew what you were signing up for," he said, his voice cold. "You only have yourself to blame."

The second assassin didn’t even have time to respond before Enel plunged the needle into him. Like the first, his body twitched violently before going limp, his life snuffed out in seconds.

Enel stood, brushing imaginary dust off his hands as he surveyed the two lifeless forms. He shook his head, a look of mild disappointment crossing his face. "Such a waste," he muttered, almost to himself.

After all, if they were not under thr influence of the bowl of forgiveness, he could have actually fed from their heart and core.

Right now, he coukd tell that the cires will never be able to come back as they was no life source.

Allison watched him, still processing everything that had happened. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat. Enel’s actions were ruthless, calculated, and unapologetic, and yet she couldn’t deny the truth behind them.

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The room fell silent, save for the faint hum of the people singing and clapping in the background of the might outside. Enel finally turned back to Allison, his gaze softer now. "Are you okay?" he asked, his tone unexpectedly gentle.

Allison nodded slowly, though her mind was still reeling. "I... I’m fine."

"Good," Enel said, his faint smile returning. "Because... now, I want you feel you..."