Devil Slave (Satan system)
Chapter 1322: A Living Forbidden Treasure

Chapter 1322: A Living Forbidden Treasure

The remaining seven Principalities exchanged a glance.

A silent understanding passed between them.

They had underestimated him.

Lucifer had once been their master’s master, a creature of divine rebellion, the first of his kind to fall yet never truly submit.

If they fought alone, they would die alone.

If Lucifer reclaimed the Primary Plane of Sloth, he would have access to the Abyssal Wellspring that blessed them with eternal stagnation—the very thing that made them so powerful. But not just that, he would acquire the blessing of a primary plane.

And worse...

Their master, Belphegor, the Slumbering Tyrant, was beyond time, sleeping in the Void.

If they failed, even he would be in danger.

There was no choice.

They had to end him.

Together.

In a synchronized surge, the Principalities rushed forward.

And for the first time—

The battlefield descended into pure chaos.

Not even the lesser to greater demons dared to approach.

Lucifer’s bored smirk curled into something else entirely.

Excitement.

He finally moved.

The Berserker Awakens

A black-red aura exploded from him, twisting and curling with power that made even the space around him fracture.

"<Berserker: The First of Wrath!>"

Enel who was watching this was left speechless. He had never seen his ability used like that even in his life.

Lucifer muscles tightened, his body flaring with godlike rage as his strength surged to unfathomable heights.

He swung Anguis—

—And space itself screamed.

The seven monsters unleashed everything.

Malrux, the Endless Maw, opened its infinite mouths, spewing abyssal erosion, a black mist that devoured existence itself.

Krothuun, the Inertia Lord, activated Timeless Domain, stopping all motion within a thousand miles—but Lucifer still moved.

Beldrath, the Stagnant Monolith, brought down his Mountain of Sloth, an entire celestial mass, big enough to snuff out a sun.

Syreth, the Sleepwalker, whispered "Void Lullaby", a song that put gods to sleep for eons.

Xel-Ra, the Echo of Laziness, slowed time, making Lucifer’s reactions drop to a crawl.

Oris, the Decay Hand, stretched forth a palm of anti-creation, an attack so potent it had once rotted an entire star system in a single breath.

Vaelzith, the Sloth Incarnate, unleashed Gravity Collapse, bending all force toward him with the weight of dead universes.

The battlefield became unrecognizable.

Planets shook.

The demons watched in awe, as the seven rulers of Sloth brought forth a level of destruction unseen since the Great War of the Royal Families.

And yet—

Lucifer laughed.

White Flames of the Fallen

"Is that all?"

His fingers flared—

And the white flames of a corrupted seraph ignited.

"<Holy Rebirth: The Light of the Corrupt!>"

Unlike Enel’s white flames, which merely burned—

Lucifer’s flames consumed.

And this time—

It did not just coat him.

It enveloped Anguis—

And the three serpents twisted.

They shed their old skin.

And from within the raging inferno, they transformed.

The Serpents had become Dragons.

Kill became Drak’Zeroth, the Fang of Extinction, a white beast with six horns, exhaling pure voidfire that erased concepts from existence.

Steal became Nihil’Zara, the Maw of Hollowed Faith, a serpentine horror, devouring the very essence of power from those around her.

Destroy became Aezareth, the God-Eater, a winged monstrosity, whose mere roar sent the weak-willed into permanent despair.

The Principalities faltered.

"What’s wrong?" Lucifer mused. "Didn’t you want me to try?"

Then—

He moved.

Faster than sight.

Faster than thought.

One second, he stood there.

The next?

Malrux’s endless mouths exploded, as Aezareth bit through infinity itself.

Krothuun’s frozen domain shattered, as Lucifer ripped through it with his bare hands.

Beldrath’s celestial mountain was cleaved in two, its pieces falling into the abyss.

Syreth tried to sing, but Drak’Zeroth’s roar drowned her out, sending her flying into the depths of the void.

Xel-Ra cried out, as Nihil’Zara sank her fangs into his essence, draining him of all future power.

Oris lunged with his Decay Hand, but Lucifer caught it, laughing as he said—"This hand of yours? It rots. But mine? It creates." And with that, he ripped Oris apart.

Vaelzith, the last to stand, trembled, as Lucifer walked toward him.

Lucifer lifted Anguis.

The dragons howled.

And then—

He brought it down.

A single strike.

A single explosion of light and darkness, merging into something beyond holy, beyond unholy.

And with that—

The Principalities of Sloth fell.

One by one.

Brought to their knees.

And Lucifer?

He simply smiled.

"Better. But still not enough."

Got it! This next scene is going to be intense, revealing the forbidden secret behind Lucifer’s power. Here’s the next part:

A deep stillness spread through the battlefield.

The void itself seemed to pause.

And then—

He arrived.

Zolgorith.

A Power of Sloth.

Unlike the Principalities, every Royal Demon Family had only one Power—a being of absolute authority second only to their master.

And Zolgorith?

He was ancient.

Even among the great rulers, his name was one that echoed through history.

He moved with a sluggish grace, as if existence itself was too burdensome for him to care.

Yet—

His eyes...

His deep, abyssal gaze held an intelligence far beyond the foolish, mindless demons that had perished before him.

Zolgorith stopped a short distance away from Lucifer.

He tilted his head, looking at the fallen angel with quiet curiosity.

Then—

He spoke.

"You are not whole."

His voice was calm.

Slow.

Measured.

"You have not regained your full power as the Morningstar."

His blackened fingers rose, pointing at Lucifer with an air of indifference.

"Yet you fight as if you are close..."

His gaze darkened.

"What is your secret?"

For the first time, Lucifer’s expression changed.

A bright glint flickered in his golden eyes.

Then—

With a casual flick of his wrist, he waved a hand.

In an instant—

A massive jar appeared beside him.

Its surface was covered in runes.

Sealing runes.

The moment he laid eyes on the object, Zolgorith froze.

And then—

His fingers curled into a fist.

A deep, ancient hatred flared within his expression.

He knew.

He understood.

And he despised it.

A Living Forbidden Treasure

Lucifer’s smirk widened as he saw Zolgorith’s reaction.

"Ah... So you recognize it."

Zolgorith’s teeth gritted.

Of course he did.

This wasn’t just any treasure.

This was a living one.

A forbidden existence.

In the vast, endless cosmos, there were always abnormalities—

Creatures born not by fate, but by error.

And this?

This was one of the worst.

Once, long ago, even the demon families had hunted it.

A child.

A child with a power so broken, so utterly unnatural, that it was deemed an existential threat.

A child who could grant any ability of its master...

And increase it a hundredfold.

Not twice as strong.

Not ten times.

A hundred times.

With such a power, even a weak ability could shatter worlds.

And the stronger the wielder—

The more absurd the increase.

This was why the child had been deemed forbidden.

This was why they had hunted it down.

And yet—

Lucifer had it.

Which Ability?

Zolgorith’s fingers tensed.

He had seen Lucifer use many abilities in this fight.

But which one had been increased?

He did not understand.

And so—

He asked.

"Which ability did you enhance?"

Lucifer’s smile grew.

"You’re a smart boy, Zolgorith."

Then—

Slowly—

Casually—

He raised a hand.

And pointed.

To his own mouth.

Specifically—

To his Tongue.