Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1000: End Of The Lenny Family?

As father black and the others attacked the entity, a part of it formed into Despair’s face.

"Fools!" she insulted, her voice echoing through the thousands of souls on her body "you were not able to take my siblings out. Do you think that you will be able to do anything to me after i have consumed their cores!?"

Those words of hers were a fact. A fact that even father black could not refute. After all, only an entity like Grudge had been a problem. right now, despair was on a whole other level from what she was before.

At such a time, Clawed flew over to Father black. "Fighting the Entity might not work, but I have a better idea."

"Any thing you give at the moment will work." Father Black stated clearly, after all, he could see that they were running out of time. Then again, if the idea was to use Nikky’s weapon, then he was not in support of it. After all, he had heard the conversation between Nikky and clawed.

Using Nikky’s weapon might cause more harm than good.

"What if we strengthen Demeter instead, that way, she should be able to fight against Despair."

father Black’s eyes brightened at the thought. He could not believe that he had not thought of that in the first place.

With a wave of his hand, he opened a portal and a huge jewel made its appearance.

This was not just any Jewel. It was actually the jointed Invitation stones. Lenny had left father black in charge of it.

The Invitation stone was the Crown that had made all of them members of the Lenny family.

It was indeed and incredible formidable device. With a wave of his hands, Father Black caught the Invitation stone, and then he flew over to aa side of the core that despair had not taken over.

"Please work!" he pleaded in his heart as he allowed the magic energy from the Invitation stone fire at the core.

Each Invitation stone was made with the souls of millions of humans. the combined power that it provided was actually incredible.

The moment the Blast reached the Core, it suddenly glowed with life as if it was a dying bulb that had been given more power.

Despair had been laughing. However, she suddenly frowned. the power that she had on the core was slowly waning.

She tried hard, but Demeter was actually fighting back. The black tendrils that had spread over the core was slowly being pulled back.

At such a time, Clawed flew over, "Despair, seize this act of yours immediately. If you do, we will try to forgive you with minion punishment. After all, we are not fools, we can tell that Loki is only using you."

However, Despair frowned, "How dare you talk about my Love? I and Loki have been through thin and hell together. If not for him, I would have been lost in my despair. So what of it? If he desires to use my power, I’ll gladly give it. I’ll give all of IT!" she screamed as she focused even more power into her spread over the core.

It had suddenly become a push and pull between both forces, maintaining a terrible balance against each other.

Even though Crusher and Perseus pumped incredible power into their attacks against despair, it was only barely helping them to maintain the balance.

However, Despair was not a fool. She could tell that if this continued, she would certainly lose. After all, she had only consumed a few cores of her siblings, and had a few hundred thousand souls. Meanwhile, Father Black used an Invitation stone that had millions of human souls to power it.

The difference in power was just too much.

She turned to Loki, "My Love! A little help!!"

"Fools, You think you can stop me?" Loki’s voice was a growl, deep and resonant.

Victor’s fur bristled, his muscles taut and ready for the fight, while Morgana’s eyes glowed with her magic, her hands crackling with traces of magic power as she released her scent into the air.

Morgana moved first, her speed blurring as she delivered yet another powerful kick to Loki’s chest. The force of the blow sent Loki crashing into another the wall of the cavern, the impact shaking the ground and sending shards of stone flying.

For a moment, the dust and debris obscured Loki from view.

However, as the dust settled, Loki emerged from the rubble, pushing aside the gravel and broken rocks with ease. A twisted smile played on his lips as he stepped forward, the malicious glint in his eyes growing sharper.

He chuckled darkly, the sound echoing ominously through the cavern. "If it was the old me, those attacks would have crushed me to a pulp. But you see, I have been touched by a Principality of the Royal Abaddon family. Let me show you its power."

With a sinister grin, Loki raised his hands. His body began to convulse, the sound of bones breaking and rearranging filling the air. His form twisted and contorted, growing larger and more monstrous by the second. The transformation was grotesque, a horrifying spectacle of flesh and bone warping into something otherworldly.

Loki’s legs elongated, becoming thick and powerful like those of a predatory beast, ending in massive, clawed feet that seemed capable of rending steel. His torso expanded, muscles bulging grotesquely beneath his skin as it took on a dark, leathery texture. His arms grew long and sinewy, ending in hands with fingers that resembled elongated, razor-sharp talons.

As his transformation continued, Loki’s face became a nightmarish visage. His jaw elongated into a fearsome snout, filled with rows of jagged, yellowed teeth. His eyes, now completely black with flickering red pupils, glowed with malevolent glee. Horns erupted from his forehead, curling backward like those of a demonic ram, adding to his terrifying appearance.

His back sprouted a pair of massive, bat-like wings, their membranes tattered and dark, dripping with a viscous black fluid. These wings flapped slowly, creating gusts of wind that carried the stench of decay. The demonic aura around him intensified, making the air feel thick and suffocating.

Loki’s entire body was covered in the same dark, leathery skin, but here and there, patches of it split open to reveal glimpses of the pulsating, raw muscle beneath. His transformation complete, Loki now stood as a towering demon, his new form exuding raw, overwhelming power.

Victor and Morgana stared up at the monstrous figure before them, their initial determination wavering at the fearsome sight.

Loki’s demonic laughter filled the cavern, a sound that seemed to vibrate the very walls. "Witness the true power of the Royal Abaddon family," he roared, his voice deep and resonant, dripping with dark glee.

He moved with terrifying speed for a creature of his size, his clawed hands swiping at Victor and Morgana with lethal intent. Victor dodged to the side, his werewolf agility saving him from the deadly talons, while Morgana summoned a shield of magic just in time to deflect the blow.

But it was not enough, her insides, carved inwardly as his punch shattered the shield like glass.

Victor wanted to move again, but discovered that his right arm was no more, Blood spitting out like a tap left open...