Devil Slave (Satan system)
Chapter 1320: Lucifer Stretched His Wings

Chapter 1320: Lucifer Stretched His Wings

Enel knew this was Lucifer.

Not just because of his magnificent wings, spreading out like a celestial tapestry against the infinite void—each feather shining with an eerie, divine glow.

But because Lucifer bore his old face.

The face Enel had long discarded.

His white hair cascaded down his back, glowing faintly, strands like threads woven from the very fabric of the universe. His eyes, bottomless, held a depth that made even Enel uneasy. They were like twin abysses, peering through the boundaries of existence itself.

And then, as if he had sensed Enel’s presence—

Lucifer turned.

His gaze found him across the endless currents of time, a slight frown forming between his brows.

And then—he smiled.

A soft, knowing, almost amused smile.

But Enel’s attention was quickly pulled downward—toward the Primary Earth below.

His instincts screamed the truth.

This was not a vision of the past, nor the future.

This was happening now.

Lucifer had descended alone upon a Primary Earth.

A planet untouched, sacred in its own way.

But Primary Earths were not just left unclaimed.

They were always owned by the Royal Demon Families—ancient bloodlines that held dominion over countless worlds.

The question was—which family ruled this Earth?

Then Enel saw it.

The darkness of space shattered as titanic creatures emerged from the planet below, breaking through the dimensional veil.

Giant whales, their bodies vast as continents, their eyes burning with eldritch intelligence. They drifted through the void, their flesh pulsating with abyssal energy.

But they were not alone.

From the Primary Earth, from hidden dimensions surrounding it, a storm of horrors poured forth.

Void Beasts.

A legion of grotesque, cosmic nightmares, shifting between solid and immaterial, their forms defying logic. Some had spiraling maws, consuming light itself. Others had thousand-limbed bodies, each clawing through the fabric of reality.

And upon their backs—

Demons.

A royal army, their dark banners unfurling in the void.

Enel recognized them immediately.

This was the Demon Family of Sloth.

A family that had remained neutral in the Great War of the Royal Demons.

Not out of strategy.

But out of pure laziness.

Unlike the others, they avoided war, preferring their long, dreamlike peace.

But that peace—

Would be shattered today.

The void trembled.

The moment the beasts and demons surged forward, Lucifer chuckled, his laughter rolling through the battlefield like distant thunder.

To him, this was nothing more than children fighting over candy—a futile struggle of ants against a titan.

But still—

It had been a long time since he had truly stretched his wings.

Since he had tested his power.

Since he had felt the thrill of destruction.

He did not mind the exercise.

With a slight flutter of his wings, Lucifer descended.

His arms spread wide, and behind him—

A million swords of pure, radiant light materialized.

Each blade hummed with divine power, forming an endless ocean of destruction behind him. The sheer density of their energy warped the surrounding void, bending space itself.

And then—

He unleashed them.

The swords rushed forth, their speed beyond comprehension, ripping through the void beasts and demons with terrifying precision.

Blades pierced through colossal whales, severing their massive forms in single strokes. Some swords detonated upon impact, releasing blinding eruptions of holy fire that burned through the fabric of their existence.

The Void Beasts howled.

Their twisted forms collapsed, their screams swallowed by the vacuum of space.

The demon warriors retaliated, their bodies surging with abyssal energy.

Some wielded massive warhammers, their swings creating shockwaves that could shatter planets. Others cast dark curses, twisting the laws of reality to slow the divine blades.

But Lucifer moved with ease.

His hands danced, weaving through the battlefield.

He dodged a colossal whip made of shadows, letting it slice through an afterimage. A demon, easily the size of a mountain, lunged at him with jagged black chains, only for Lucifer to appear behind him—a single snap of his fingers reducing the demon’s body to dust.

And yet, Lucifer wanted more chaos.

His fingers flared.

Blasts of chaos and holy energy formed into massive flames, swirling together in a chaotic dance of creation and destruction.

He lifted a single hand, and with a flick—

A torrential storm of fire and divine ruin surged forward.

Flames so large they could engulf entire moons swallowed everything in their path. Some demons tried to counter, but the duality of Lucifer’s power—holy and chaotic—was too perfect, too overwhelming.

Even Enel, merely watching, felt a tinge of envy.

Lucifer’s mastery of these forces was something beyond even his reach.

Lucifer descended into the heart of battle.

The air around him boiled with divine radiance and chaotic energy, a storm of power swirling in his wake.

But now—

Now, he wanted to feel blood on his hands.

His wings flapped once, and he vanished, reappearing in the midst of the demon legions.

A titanic void beast, its grotesque form stitched together by abyssal energies, swung a limb the size of a mountain at him.

Lucifer did not dodge.

He caught it.

With a single hand, fingers pressing into the flesh of the beast, he twisted—and the entire limb tore off, spraying black ichor like a ruptured dam.

The beast howled.

Lucifer grinned, then drove his foot forward, shattering the creature’s skull, sending its body spiraling into the abyss like a broken puppet.

Another demon, a four-armed warlord, roared as he charged with incredible speed, a speciality of the sloth demon royal family, wielding twin obsidian scythes crackling with cursed energy.

Lucifer let him come.

At the last second, he tilted his head, evading the first scythe by mere inches. The second came from below—

Lucifer’s knee snapped forward, breaking the demon’s wrist before the strike could land.

One of the warlord’s other hands lashed out with a dagger—

Lucifer caught it between two fingers.

With inhuman speed, he spun behind the demon, wrapping his arms around its throat.

With a sharp twist—

CRACK!

The warlord’s head snapped back unnaturally, his body going limp.

Lucifer tossed the corpse aside like a discarded rag.

Another demon, an elder of the Sloth family, tried to strike from behind.

Lucifer ducked, spinning on his heel. His wings lashed out, the razor-sharp feathers slicing clean through the demon’s torso, bisecting him in a single motion.

Blood and viscera rained down.

A group of elite demons—six of them—charged together, believing that numbers would give them an advantage.

Lucifer only smirked.

He dashed forward, his fingers coated in divine fire.

The first demon swung a mace the size of a boulder—

Lucifer grabbed it midair and used the force to swing himself up, flipping over the demon’s head.

Before the creature could react—

Lucifer plunged his hand through its skull, fingers emerging from the other side.

The next demon lunged with a trident—

Lucifer caught the weapon, twisted it, and in the same motion, drove it through the demon’s chest.

He moved like liquid death, his body a blur of destruction.

A backhand shattered a jaw.

A knee caved in a ribcage.

A single clawed swipe beheaded three demons at once, their heads spiraling into the abyss like discarded fruit.

By now, the battlefield was a crimson slaughterhouse.

Lucifer stood at the center, his white hair stained red, his eyes burning with power.

The remaining demons hesitated.

He grinned, raising a single bloody hand, beckoning them forward.

"Come," he whispered.

"Let’s play some more..."