Devil Slave (Satan system)
Chapter 1332: Tales Of The Primordial Earth 2

Chapter 1332: Tales Of The Primordial Earth 2

...Enel picked Solomon’s scepter from the ground as he walked forward. And Allison, followed as both of them walked slowly toward the gate, its beauty humbling their every step.

The living arch swayed gently, as though it breathed with the rhythm of creation itself. Golden pollen floated through the air like glittering stars, and the soft wind carried a perfume so pure it felt like memory itself was being cleansed.

Allison glanced sideways, uncertainty in her eyes. "Are you sure this is the place?"

Enel nodded, his voice low and reverent. "Yes. This is the Primordial Garden... the Hortus Edenae—the Garden of Eden."

The words felt weighty as they passed through his lips. Even saying its name seemed to press on the world around them, as though they’d spoken an ancient key aloud.

Enel had wanted to go to Heaven. But Heaven existed outside time. But this place was different, and yet as close as it gets.

After all, he needed information. There were holy books that stated that they were angels in this place. And some thay added that tge One Above All visited these lands.

Was Enel the kind of person to confront the Creator of the universe? Yes... yes he was.

What was the worse that could happen, His death? Been there, done that.

As they stepped through the gate, Allison felt something. Or rather felt something leave her.

Much like a part of herself was denied entry into this place.

At the time, she did not know this. But the connection she had to her true self as an avatar of lady death had fled from her.

After all, Death could not exist in the perfect world. And this was the first garden.

In fact, at this time, the respected lady of the end had not even been born.

As such, her existence, the evidence of Sin by the laws of the cosmos could not partake of this perfection.

Even Enel felt it when she left his side. He only gave a side glance and said nothing about it.

Of course, Enel knew of his betrothal to death, and at this point did not mind it.

But he really wanted his women—at least one of them, to have a happy life.

Death’s essence leaving Allison’s body emptied her of her tragic fate as his companion.

And this brought a smile to Enel’s face. This was his mate and partner. He only ever wanted the best for her..

As they entered, even the world changed.

The moment their feet crossed the threshold, it was as if silence itself bowed in reverence. The atmosphere grew heavier—not with burden, but with divinity. The light shifted, softer yet fuller, wrapping them in a gentle embrace.

The trees that lined the path were like living glass, their bark luminous with inner light, their leaves shifting between colors not yet named.

Allison’s steps faltered as the awe overwhelmed her.

Her breath caught. Her eyes widened.

And then the tears came—slow, quiet, pure.

She wasn’t crying from sadness.

She was crying from the beauty.

This was not just a garden. This was intention made visible—a space where the very thought of perfection had blossomed into form.

Each tree seemed to sing its own silent song, harmonizing with its neighbors, forming a melody that could not be heard but only felt. The flowers bowed when they passed, and the grass beneath their feet folded gently, as though refusing to bruise under mortal touch.

Birds with translucent wings and tails made of rainbow mist soared through the trees. Deer grazed alongside leopards. A falcon rested peacefully on the back of a hare. The laws of death and nature did not rule here—only peace.

Far in the distance, in the very heart of the garden, stood two massive trees.

Their presence was impossible to ignore. This was not the first time that Enel was seeing them, as he had been shown a vision of this place once upon a time, when lucifer had desired to take his body.

But seeing it through a vision and experience it were two things entirely.

Of these two trees, one radiated a soft golden glow—its fruits brilliant and warm, shaped like burning tear drops, swaying gently as if they contained voices.

The other stood tall, almost regal, its bark like ancient stone, its leaves dark green edged with crimson, its fruits pulsing faintly with inner star light.

They stood side by side.

The Tree of the Knowledge.

And the Tree of Good And Evil.

Both ancient.

Both eternal.

And both watching.

As they continued on, four rivers wove through the terrain like living veins, each one glowing with subtle radiance. Enel paused at the bank of one—its waters shimmering like liquefied starlight.

"Pishon," he murmured, recognizing the name in his soul. Then he saw the others nearby—Gihon, Hiddekel, and Perath—each carving through the garden like divine artistry.

These were the four known rivers in the First Garden. These rivers, their legends would be known by countless generations to come.

Kneeling by the milky-white waters of Perath, Enel dipped his hands into the stream, drawn by a force beyond logic. The water was warm, vibrant. The moment it touched his skin, a chill ran through his bones—but it wasn’t cold. It was clarity. A pulse of purity.

He drank.

And the power surged.

There was no pain, no rejection, no bottleneck or backlash. It flowed through him like wind through reeds, and the impurities that had clung to his soul from countless battles and burdens began to fall away—like dust in a storm.

And as one would expect, another elevation occurred.

<Alert: Hosts as Advanced in rank.>

<Congratulations host is now a Great Demon rank 4>

<Congratulations host, on multiple rank increase.>

Enel froze in shock. It had only been one Scope of water. But it’s effects had been divine. In modern times, this water would have been killed for.

Enel could not help but feel as if his entire struggle for power had been a lie until this time.

Immediately, he decided to store some in the system. After all, the Eighth earth was opening up. This was going to be very good power boost for Father Black and the others.

Allison followed besidd him, cupping the waters gently and sipping from her palms.

She too was left wide eyed as her power surged. To confirm, she drank a bit more. But it grew no further. Regardless, she was now a great demon existence, breaking a bottle neck that had held her back for too long now.

She gasped as a golden shimmer bloomed beneath her skin. Her eyes widened, not in fear—but in wonder.

"This place..." she whispered. "It’s remaking us."

And then, just as silence returned... came the sound of giggles.

Soft. Feminine. Echoing like bells through the trees.

Two voices.

Somewhere in the distance... two women were laughing.

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