Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1295: who’s side?

On this embattled plane, where the skies now brimmed with the presence of fallen angels intent on conquest, a far different power struggle was brewing deep within its core. At the heart of this world, where ancient energies pulsed in defiance of both heaven and hell, stood Athena—the Phoenix Regent of hell. And the guardian of hell. She had not left her infernal domain in about a hundred years, but now she stood here, facing a betrayal as old as ambition itself.

Surrounding her were the Devils, her own elite guards, known as the Cupbearers of Hell.

They had been her most trusted, her most loyal, and the stewards of hell’s might-- at least for almost a hundred years now.

But now, their weapons were drawn and pointed at her. Blades shimmered with dark flames, and the air crackled with the tension of gathered magic. The Devils were poised to strike, their faces lit with a twisted sense of triumph.

Athena’s appearance was unyielding. Her body glimmered faintly with the golden-red aura of her phoenix powers, a stark contrast to the dark abyss of the plane’s core behind her. Her eyes, though forever blinded, glowed with a warm, radiant light that seemed to pierce into the hearts of her betrayers. Her face was blank, devoid of anger or surprise, as though she had anticipated this rebellion long before it unfolded.

The Devils’ voices rose, mingling in an uneasy chorus of scorn and triumph.

"Do you see now, Athena?" one sneered, raising his blade alight with hellfire. "You should have remained in hell, perched on your rotting throne. Your reign ends here."

Another laughed. "Blind as ever, yet you thought you could walk into a battlefield and remain untouched? Foolish. We’ve carried your chalices for long enough. Now we take your power, your throne, and your life."

Athena tilted her head slightly, her long fiery hair swaying as her expression remained unreadable. Her silence seemed to unsettle them more than her power ever could.

"You are happy to betray me," she finally said, her voice calm and measured, resonating through the chamber like the toll of a distant bell. "It is fitting. Treachery is a devil’s nature. But do you truly believe I would step into this plane unprepared for what I already knew was coming?"

Her words hung in the air, and a ripple of unease passed through the ranks of her would-be usurpers.

Still, one of the Devils barked, "Enough games, we know that the hell mother, Lilith left her throne. Else, that woman could have had our heads before the shaping our plans.

And You are no longer fit to reign. We will burn you, and your ashes will pave the way for a new ruler!"

Athena’s lips twitched, forming the faintest of smiles. Her blind eyes glowed brighter, and her phoenix aura surged, radiating a heat so intense that the ground beneath her feet began to crack and smolder.

"You misunderstand something vital," she said, her voice growing quieter, yet all the more menacing. "You are not facing just me bit the resources and resourcefulness that I command in the name of the Hell Mother."

The Devils faltered for a moment. This was the first timf that athena was using the name of the hell mother as a backing.

All the while, she had been the one shooting out orders.

Of course, she was appointed by the hell mother,but athena herself had not acted in that manner, but in a manner that would make one think that she ruled hell itself.

"Its been many years, and the master, lucifer is awaken. We shall present him this promary plane we have taken from the royal demon of gluttony and gift it to him."

She chuckled at thoee words, "and then what? You expect him to rake you in? He had been around for almost a hundred years now, and he has not even coming visiting hell. You all disgust him. Failed experiments thatno longer serve any use. Cursed to forever be damed by the chaos of your natures."

Her words were fierce and it hurt some of them to know this as they knew that it was the truth.

But their greed pushed them forward. They raised their weapons, dark incantations spilling from their lips, magic and blades descending upon Athena in a synchronized attack.

But Athena didn’t flinch. She simply extended her arms, her aura erupting in a burst of fiery light that swallowed the chamber. The very essence of the plane trembled under her power, and her smile widened.

"Come then," she whispered. "Let me remind you why I am called the Phoenix Regent."

As the Devils surged forward, blades and magic aimed to tear through her, Athena remained unmoving. Her phoenix aura flared in response, and a blinding light erupted from her body, so intense that the Devils had to shield their eyes. The very air burned with power, and the chamber trembled under the weight of it.

When the light finally subsided, the scene before them left the Devils stunned. Athena stood untouched, her form glowing with an ethereal warmth, as if the battle had never even begun. But at her feet, two heads lay severed—belonging to the twin Succubus Devils who had led the charge moments before.

The silence was broken by the sound of footsteps, deliberate and measured, echoing through the chamber.

From behind Athena emerged Hector, known to the Devils as Moranda, a general of their ranks. His sword was slick with blood, its edge gleaming ominously under the dim light of the core.

Hector stood tall, his presence commanding despite his comparatively smaller stature for a Devil of his caliber. His sharp features were etched with an expression of cold satisfaction. He looked at Athena, inclining his head slightly.

"You were right," he said, his deep voice reverberating across the chamber. "Their stupidity knows no bounds."

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Athena inclined her head in acknowledgment, her expression calm and unreadable.

The Devils stared, confusion and betrayal evident in their eyes. "Moranda... you betrayed us?" one of them spat, disbelief coloring his tone.

Hector’s smirk widened, and he turned to face the gathering of traitors. "No," he said simply. "I never betrayed you because I was never on your side to begin with."

Realization dawned upon them, their expressions shifting from confusion to dread.

Athena spoke then, her voice soft yet carrying the weight of finality. "Did you truly think I would be blind to your schemes? That I would not prepare for your rebellion long before you had the courage to act?"

Hector stepped forward, addressing the Devils directly. "I let the Succubus Devils overhear my conversation with her," he said, gesturing to Athena. "I knew they would scurry back to you like the vermin they are, feeding you lies to make you think I was on your side. But it was all a trap—a trap to rid our ranks of the weak links, the ones who dared to defy the Phoenix Regent."

The chamber grew cold despite the lingering heat of Athena’s power. The remaining Devils exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of their predicament sinking in.

Athena’s voice sliced through the tense silence. "You were never more than parasites clinging to a greater power you could never understand. Hector’s loyalty was never yours to claim. It has always belonged to me." She turned to him. If she has eyes, one would have seen affection in them

Hector raised his sword, the tip gleaming ominously as he pointed it at the remaining traitors. "Now," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "shall we finish what you started?"