Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1016: Meeting Of The Sisters Of Eve

Lenny, Venir, Cena, and Tomato hurried through the bustling streets towards the site of the preliminaries for the fighting competition during the Azure Festival.

As they approached the arena, Lenny’s heart sank; the festival had already started. The arena was a grand coliseum, reminiscent of the ancient gladiator pens back on Earth. The stands were filled with a diverse crowd of earthen elves, demons, and various other beings, all roaring in excitement as the preliminaries were about to begin.

Not intending to give up, Lenny walked over to the Asmodeus demon guard in charge of the registration process. "Excuse me," Lenny began, but the guard dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

"Move along," the guard barked. "The registration is closed."

Lenny clenched his fists in frustration, but before he could resort to other more compelling means using his fist, Cena stepped forward. The guard’s demeanor changed instantly upon recognizing her. Cena was the Demon Reptilian Chief of the Pig Market, a well-known and respected figure.

"Let them pass," Cena commanded. "They are with me."

The guard hesitated, glancing between Cena and the group, but the authority in her voice and the reputation she carried left him no choice. He stepped aside, allowing them to pass.

As they navigated through the winding passages of the arena, Cena reached into her blouse and pulled out a stamp. "Every time it’s the Azure Festival, the Pig Market is gifted a slot," she explained. "Not that we have ever won, so I saved this year’s slot for you. just in case you manage to make it out of that Dungeon."

She placed a firm hand on Lenny’s shoulder, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of hope and determination. "Go out there," she said, "and you better make it till the end and save us!"

Cena pressed the stamp onto Lenny’s arm, and it glowed with a bright, mystical light. A rune formed on his skin, taking the shape of a figure: D999. Lenny stared at the mark and chuckled, a rush of memories flooding back to him. It was an incredible coincidence—D999 had been his number in the gladiator pits back on Earth.

"Looks like fate has a sense of humor," Lenny murmured, clenching his fist and feeling a renewed sense of vigor.

They reached the edge of the arena, where the roar of the crowd was deafening. Lenny looked back at his others.

Venir gave a nod of encouragement, Tomato offered a thumbs up, and Cena’s eyes held a recognition that still surprised lenny.

The arena was a cacophony of roars, growls, and the murmur of hundreds of spectators. Those competing in the preliminaries stood in a rough line, each one a unique and formidable creature. Lenny’s eyes scanned the lineup. He fell in behind a massive beast that reminded him of a giant frog, its mottled green skin glistening under the harsh Azure lights in the sky. The creature turned to him, its bulbous eyes narrowing as it spat a glob of thick, viscous saliva at Lenny’s feet, mocking him.

Lenny frowned but kept his cool, though a part of him wouldn’t mind a quick bout to set the record straight.

Before he could react, a loud trumpet sounded, silencing the crowd. All eyes turned skyward as a magnificent chariot descended from the heavens. The chariot was pulled by demon horses with massive, jet-black wings. Their eyes glowed a deep, hellish red, and their bodies were covered in obsidian scales that seemed to absorb the light. The chariot itself was a work of dark art, crafted from dark metals and adorned with intricate, otherworldly designs that shimmered with a sinister beauty.

A booming voice echoed through the arena, carried by demonic magic, "All bow to Her Highness, touched of the Tree of Knowledge, Lady Naamah!"

As the announcement reverberated through the arena, Naamah descended from the chariot, her presence commanding immediate attention. She stood out the chariot mid-air, aided by a commanding demon in Asmodeus armor. Lenny’s heart skipped a beat as he recognized the demon as the one who had poisoned him, the very owner of the Jin which was the wyrm of souls.

Naamah alighted from the chariot with a grace that seemed almost ethereal. She stood mid-air as if the laws of gravity were merely suggestions. Her attire was impeccable, a flowing dark gown that shimmered with an eerie iridescence, shifting colors like a raven’s feathers in the light. The fabric clung to her form elegantly, adorned with dark jewels that seemed to pulse with an inner light. Her black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of midnight, framing a face of stunning beauty, marred only by her cold, unseeing eyes.

She was a vision of dark elegance and power, her presence both captivating and terrifying. The Commander demon stood by her side, his armor gleaming with a malevolent sheen, a testament to his rank and the dark magic he wielded.

The arena was deathly silent, every competitor and spectator alike bowing their heads in reverence and fear. Lenny could feel the weight of Naamah’s presence, a pressure that seemed to crush the very air from his lungs. He stole a glance at the others. Cena stood firm, her eyes locked on Naamah with a mix of defiance and annoyance.

Venir and Tomato were similarly transfixed, their expressions a blend of awe and fear.

Yes. It was fear. This was one that had eaten from the tree of knowledge. no one felt any of the none magic from her body. But the pressure she exerted on the masses was the real deal. so real that Lenny wa sbeginning to wonder if knowledge itself was a literal form of power.

Naamah surveyed the arena, even thouh she was obviously blind. Her expression unreadable. When she spoke, her voice was a melody of dark promises and hidden threats. "Welcome, competitors," she intoned, her voice reaching every corner of the vast arena. "You have gathered here to prove your worth, to show your strength and cunning. Only the strongest will prevail."

Her eyes, though blind, seemed to pierce through each soul present. "Fight with everything you have," she continued. "For only then will you be deemed worthy in the eyes of the Azure lights."

As Naamah concluded her brief speech, the crowd erupted in a thunderous cheer. She was led, like an actual blind person, to her special luxury box, guided by her loyal attendants. The crowd’s energy was palpable, a mix of excitement and tension filling the air. Just as Naamah was about to take her seat, the trumpet sounded once again, cutting through the din of the audience.

This time, the skies darkened with a host of chariots made entirely of black smoke, accompanied by flying beasts that blotted out the sun. The ominous arrival sent a ripple of murmurs through the crowd, but no one panicked; they knew these were invited guests. The members of the Abaddon royal family had arrived.

The foremost chariot, larger, darker, and more sinister than the rest, hovered ominously. The chariot door swung open, and out stepped a figure draped in green. Her long, flowing hair matched the verdant hue of her attire, cascading down like a river of emerald. Her brows, lashes, and even her piercing eyes were green, exuding an aura of otherworldly beauty and menace. She carried a staff topped with a green orb that floated just at the fore of it, pulsating with an eerie, unearthly light.

This was Lamastu, another sister of Eve, known for her formidable power and terrifying presence. As she descended from the chariot, her eyes surveyed the arena with a cold, calculating gaze. The crowd fell silent, awed and intimidated by her arrival.

However, on seeing her, Lenny could not help but think she looked to be fragile instead of strong. After all, he still remembered the story by the primordial beast. Lamastu had even her ears, but the knowledge she gained was of strength.

She would never be able to hold anything precious again. However, looking art her now, she seemed okay holding the staff that she did.

<Appraisal: Staff of suppression. Capable of holding any form of power or ability as well as curses. However, once broken, the Power or curse returns>

"hmmm!" Lenny nodded to himself. That made a lot of sense.

Lamastu’s chariot remained suspended in the air, casting a long shadow over the arena.

The Abaddon royal family members followed suit, descending from their chariots and beasts, each one a terrifying figure of demonic power. They took their places, and the atmosphere grew heavier with their dark aura.

As Lamastu took her place beside Naamah’s luxury box, the two sisters exchanged a brief, tense nod. Lamastu’s green eyes flashed with a hint of rivalry and amusement as she glanced at Naamah, who sat with an air of regal indifference.

"Sister, long time no SEE! oops, you are not capable of that, I forgot..." Lamastu chuckled a bit.

"Lamastu... always the child, how are your toys... I heard you broke them all."