Devil Slave (Satan system)
Chapter 1323: Lucifer’s Domain

Chapter 1323: Lucifer’s Domain

A dreadful silence fell.

And then—

Zolgorith understood.

His breath hitched, and his pupils contracted.

He knew of Lucifer’s legend.

The Morningstar.

The most beautiful of all angels.

The one who once stood beside the Creator, leading the heavenly choir.

His voice was not mere sound—

It was power.

It was command.

It was divine seduction in its purest form.

It could bend fire... Soothe stone...

And even the dust of the abyss would weep under its melody.

A Hundredfold Seduction

Now—

Zolgorith saw the true horror of what Lucifer had done.

This was his greatest ability.

And it had been multiplied a hundredfold.

Every word Lucifer had spoken...

Every taunt...

Every whisper...

Had woven itself into the battlefield.

The Principalities thought they had been fighting.

But in reality—

They had been entangled in his song.

Not just their minds.

Their power itself had fallen under his voice.

And that was why—

None of them had truly hurt him.

The realization struck like a blade to the heart.

Zolgorith’s muscles tensed, his veins bulged, and his wings flared open.

Then—

A furious, world-shaking roar erupted from his throat.

"YOU DARE CORRUPT THE POWER OF THE PRINCIPALITIES OF SLOTH?!"

The universe shuddered.

And then—

His Arcane Domain formed.

Arcane Domain—

"The Quantum Grave of Sloth"

BOOM.

A massive, black dome expanded outward in an instant.

It was not just a simple spell.

This was bloodline magic.

An ability that only pure-blooded royal demons could possess.

And Zolgorith?

He was the strongest of Sloth’s kin.

Within this darkened void, the very laws of reality twisted.

The domain’s power was not just "slow" or "fast"—

It operated on a quantum level.

Every particle in its grasp was forced into an unnatural state of uncertainty.

This meant that:

Some particles slowed down infinitely, nearly freezing in time.

Others sped up uncontrollably, vibrating at speeds that shattered them into pure energy.

Some particles fluctuated between both states, creating distortions in space-time itself.

Anything trapped inside would either decay into nothingness...

Or be stretched apart at a subatomic level.

Even planets nearby were affected.

On a planet close to the battlefield—

A young mother held her child, gazing at the sky.

Moments ago, it had been bright.

But now—

A veil of abyssal darkness had swallowed the heavens.

She did not scream.

She did not run.

Because in the next instant—

The molecules of her body froze, while the air around her moved at superluminal speeds.

Her flesh shattered like glass, then burned away in a burst of quantum fire.

On another world—

A massive beast, a creature who had ruled its land for thousands of years, let out a deep growl.

And then—

Its blood reversed flow, rushing backward with unnatural speed.

Its organs collapsed in on themselves, crushed by a force it could not comprehend.

On yet another world—

A city of billions saw the darkness descend.

And then—

They ceased to exist.

No pain.

No screams.

Their very concept was erased, reduced to uncertainty, as if they had never lived at all.

The full weight of Zolgorith’s Arcane Domain bore down on him.

The force of entropic collapse pressed against his flesh.

But—

Lucifer only smiled.

Then—

He laughed.

"Ah, Zolgorith... So dramatic. All of this for little old me?"

Zolgorith’s eyes burned with rage.

"I WILL ERASE YOU FROM THIS REALITY."

Lucifer tilted his head, amused.

Then, with a chuckle, he spread his radiant wings and whispered—

"Then come try.."

Lucifer stood amidst the dark cosmos, Zolgorith’s Abyss of Eternal Drowse stretching infinitely around him, devouring all in its grip. The very fabric of time seemed to stutter—atoms themselves unsure whether to move forward or remain frozen, caught in an endless paradox of slothful decay.

The Principalities, even the lesser demons, felt the weight of it, their bodies struggling to function in a reality where motion itself had become an unstable concept.

Yet, in the heart of it all, Lucifer smiled.

He lifted Anguis, the golden fork humming with divine authority, the three serpents—Kill, Steal, and Destroy—hissing in unholy anticipation. Then, in a voice laced with boundless amusement, he uttered:

"You think time and motion bind me?"

He waved his weapon.

"Arcane Domain: Blood World."

A single droplet of crimson fell from the void of his existence, splashing against the blackness of Zolgorith’s domain. And then—the universe bled.

The skies themselves tore open, rivers of thick, glistening blood cascading from unseen wounds in reality.

The dark cosmos was drowned in crimson tides, and entire planets were transformed into grotesque oceans of writhing blood.

Mountains collapsed into viscous liquid; the stars above were swallowed by red storms that stretched light-years wide. The laws of nature crumbled under its weight.

It was not just a sea of blood—it was alive.

The blood surged with malevolence, clotting and twisting into monstrous tendrils, devouring anything it touched.

Countless faces appeared within the blood, screaming, laughing, whispering ancient blasphemies in a thousand tongues. Souls that had long been consumed by this domain cried out in madness, their existence forever bound within its tides.

Zolgorith’s Abyss of Eternal Drowse shook.

The black domain wavered, corroded by the ceaseless hunger of Blood World. Even its quantum grip on reality began to crack, as if time itself was bleeding out, unable to resist the sheer authority Lucifer had unleashed.

Enel, watching from beyond the Mirror of Time, was in shock.

This was Blood World.

His own Blood House was nothing compared to this. He had used it to control battles, to drown his enemies in carnage, but this? This was a reformation of existence itself, a plane of pure devastation where blood was both the devourer and the creator.

Lucifer turned back to Zolgorith, his smile widening.

"Did you really think sloth could outlast hunger?"

Zolgorith’s face twisted in shock as he beheld the impossible—his Abyss of Eternal Drowse was bleeding.

The black domain, an arcane construct woven from the purest essence of sloth and entropy, was never meant to change, never meant to break.

It was a realm of absolute stillness, a slow decay that even the fabric of time bowed to. Yet now, the void itself was drenched in crimson, hemorrhaging like a wounded beast.

Zolgorith stretched out a clawed hand, his very will commanding the abyss to return to its proper, eternal form. But it was no use.

The abyss withered, its endless slumber corrupted by hunger.

Blood flooded every inch of its existence, its essence drowning in a tide of raw, unrelenting dominion.

His chest heaved, his mind reeled. This should not be possible.

His gaze snapped to Lucifer, who had not moved an inch from where he first stood. But he was no longer the same.

Zolgorith’s vision blurred, distorting as he looked upon the fallen angel. Lucifer loomed larger than life, his very presence warping space, a titanic silhouette of blinding light and dripping red.

And then—his wings changed.

The pristine white of the Morningstar’s divine feathers was overtaken by blood.

Dark, glistening crimson surged through each plume, staining them as if dipped in the very rivers of carnage that swirled around them. The once-pure glow of celestial radiance was now a horrific, majestic contrast of divinity and destruction.

For the first time in eons, Zolgorith felt something he had never known.

Dread.

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