Devil Slave (Satan system)
Chapter 1321: Lucifer Plays With The Kids Of Sloth

Chapter 1321: Lucifer Plays With The Kids Of Sloth

....The battlefield trembled.

A wave of evil energy surged forth, thick as a rolling tide, drenching the abyssal void in something far more potent than mere darkness.

It was ancient. Heavy. Overwhelming.

The kind of aura that did not simply press against the body—it clawed into the mind.

Lucifer felt it.

The demons felt it.

And for the first time, the lesser demons that had been fighting for their lives smiled.

Help had arrived.

The Rulers of Sloth, those who sat on the thrones of their plane, had finally moved.

First, the Principalities.

Eight in total, each one an abomination made flesh, a walking nightmare that blurred the line between demon and nightmare itself.

Lucifer saw them and recounted each one by their names.

1. Gorvel the Unmoving – A colossal figure whose flesh was stone, riddled with cracks that oozed black mist. His four empty eye sockets leaked abyssal ichor, and his voice rumbled like an earthquake in slow motion.

2. Zhuval the Ever-Waiting – A gaunt, emaciated being, half his body locked in perpetual decay, his other half frozen in time. His movements lagged unnaturally, as if his existence flickered between past and present.

3. Borgath the Silent Drifter – A mass of withered, gray tendrils extending from a floating, half-rotted humanoid face. His form seemed to stretch beyond space, as though he was here and everywhere else at once.

4. Valdros the Dreaming Maw – A towering, hunched figure with six arms, each ending in clawed hands that held sleeping infant demons. His stomach was a gaping, toothed maw, from which echoes of forgotten nightmares whispered.

5. Iltrem the Shrouded Veil – A headless demon whose form was made of shifting veils of darkness, with countless hands extending from beneath his robes. The voices of those he had consumed wept and muttered from within him.

6. Thargus the Stagnant Flood – A fleshless, skeletal figure dripping with endless black sludge, each drop morphing into tiny, dying parasites before melting back into his form.

7. Mervok the Sunken Tyrant – A bloated, toad-like monstrosity with six grotesque eyes that never blinked. He sat on an invisible throne, hovering as if an unseen force refused to let him move under his own will.

8. Serephos the Hollow Chime – A hollow, metallic being, his body a cage of rusted bones, with a massive bell lodged within his ribcage. With each breath, the bell tolled softly, its sound sending ripples through reality itself.

They stood together, their presence turning the battlefield sluggish, like the very concept of movement was an insult in their presence.

Lucifer?

He laughed.

A pure, unfiltered laugh that echoed through the abyss.

He took a step forward, waved a hand at them, and smirked.

"Ah... The kids have gotten bigger. I’m really proud to see this."

His tone was warm—like a father praising his children.

But his stance said otherwise.

The first Principality moved.

Gorvel the Unmoving.

The ground cracked beneath him as he charged, moving like a mountain set in motion. The void itself bent around him, struggling to accommodate his massive, unstoppable force.

Lucifer, without a single ounce of fear, raised a hand.

He called to the System.

And in response—

Anguis appeared.

A red-gold trident, massive, its three ends gleaming with unholy luster.

This was Lucifer’s holy tool. It was a forbidden treasure of incredible destruction.

The moment it appeared, the void trembled.

For this was no ordinary weapon.

Upon each of the three prongs, tge three serpents slithered into existence.

Each one bore a name, and each name was a law upon reality itself.

Kill.

Steal.

Destroy.

Their eyes gleamed, their forked tongues flicked, and their mere presence corroded space around them.

Lucifer’s grip tightened on the trident, his smile widening into something almost feral.

"Let’s get serious, shall we?"

As Gorvel the Unmoving rushed forth, his very presence bending reality, his deep, grating voice filled the battlefield.

"LUCIFER, GIVE UP!"

His voice crashed through space like an unstoppable wave, sending lesser demons reeling, their minds slowing, drowning in his words like flies in honey.

"SURRENDER TO US! PRESENT YOURSELF AS FOOD, AND WE PROMISE—WE SHALL FEED ON YOU LAZILY FOR ALL ETERNITY!"

These words were spoken in the language of demons only those of pure bloodline coukd speak. But of course, Lucifer was the origin of this language.

Lucifer?

He grinned.

He spun Anguis, the serpents hissing as if laughing along with him.

Then, with mock offense, he placed a hand over his heart.

"Gorvel, my dear rockpile—" he sighed, eyes gleaming, "—I had hoped you’d at least take the effort to cook me first."

His grin widened.

"But raw meat? Served with laziness? That’s just offensive, really."

And then, Gorvel struck.

With a single step, the void cracked beneath him. The mere movement of his arm sent shockwaves ripping through dimensions.

He swung downward—

—A punch so heavy that, on any other battlefield, would have collapsed a world into itself.

Space collapsed, a crater of nothingness forming in the wake of his fist.

Planets in distant realms trembled.

Even the lesser demons, creatures used to chaos, stared in awe.

But Lucifer?

Lucifer was still smiling.

Not a Step Taken

His hand rose lazily, Anguis shifting in his grasp.

And with the barest flick, he blocked the blow.

The impact shattered the void, creating a shockwave that stretched for miles—but Lucifer?

Lucifer did not move.

Not even an inch.

The other Principalities frowned.

They saw it now.

Gorvel, their mighty first assault, was throwing punches that could cripple worlds, but—

Lucifer had yet to move a step.

Even worse?

That damned smile never left his face.

Desperation—Multiplication of Speed

Gorvel growled, frustration flashing in his empty eye sockets.

Fine.

If power wasn’t enough—

Then speed would be his answer.

"MOMENTUM: THOUSANDFOLD!"

Suddenly, his entire being shimmered.

His form blurred.

Then—

—He disappeared.

In the span of a single breath, Gorvel had moved a thousand times over.

A blur of colossal fists, hammering at Lucifer from every possible angle.

Even time shuddered, struggling to keep up.

The lesser demons could barely process it—the air screamed, the battlefield rippled like disturbed water, and in a single instant, a thousand attacks landed.

And yet—

Not a single one hit Lucifer.

Anguis—The Three-Serpent Defense

Lucifer didn’t even lift a finger.

He let his trident do the work.

The three serpents—

Kill slithered, intercepting the first barrage.

Steal twisted, swallowing an attack whole.

Destroy snapped its fangs, devouring Gorvel’s momentum entirely.

It was effortless.

Like a father entertaining a child’s tantrum.

Lucifer yawned.

"Still too slow."

Gorvel roared in frustration.

And the other Principalities?

They frowned even deeper.

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