Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1017: Those Are Not Insults

It was popular knowledge that the Asmodeus Royal family and the Abaddon Royal family were neither friends nor enemies.

In fact, it was even possible that they were more likely to go to war that eating at the same table. However, it has been hundreds of years, and the two breanches of the family have been isolated from the rest of the cosmos for far too long.

It was inevitable that the attempt at sitting on the same table would not be presented.

After all, it was not just the plane of Celessera that was trapped. Its twin sister was also in the same situation.

They was a temporary truce between them and that was why their both terrifying armies were at bay.

Besides, Naamah and lamastu were sisters. They were the kinds that were known as the originators of their specie.

They were both feared and revered. Coupled with the fact that they had both eaten from the tree of Knowledge, no one doubted their decisions.

That was not to say that they was peace between them. After all, it was common knowledge that war has nearly broken out a couple of times between the two demon families.

The only time the demon families were truly at peace with one another was when the Morningstar ruled them.

Even now, the provocative words between both women was shamelessly heard by all. Lamastu, like her sister, Naamah, was cursed.

Lamastu did not have ears, but her many years had seen that she was very good with her eyes, and could read her sister’s lips in any spoken language.

As Lamastu settled beside Naamah’s luxury box, the air between them crackled with barely contained tension. Both women maintained serene, almost angelic smiles, their postures regal and composed. But their eyes, or in Naamah’s case, her demeanor, hinted at the underlying animosity.

"Sister, long time no SEE! Oops, you are not capable of that, I remember," Lamastu chuckled, her voice dripping with mockery.

Naamah’s lips curved into a cold smile. "Lamastu, always the child. How are your toys? I heard you broke them all."

Lamastu’s eyes flashed with a dangerous glint. "Better to break toys than to be one," she replied, her tone sweet but laced with venom. "But then, you wouldn’t know anything about play, would you? Always the dutiful blind nun, clinging to your ancient books and shadows."

Naamah’s smile widened, a chilling expression that did not reach her unseeing eyes. "I prefer the company of knowledge and shadows to the hollow echoes of a green-headed fool. At least they have substance."

Lamastu laughed softly, the sound like tinkling bells. "Ah, knowledge. Such a pity you can’t use it to see the truth right in front of you. Maybe one day, you’ll realize that all your wisdom can’t make up for your lack of vision."

Every back to back session between the two was heard well by the crowd, and some even realized that the first bout of the competition was actually between these two women.

Naamah, not willing to lose, tilted her head slightly, as if considering. "And maybe one day, you’ll realize that all your power and vanity can’t hide your insecurities. Green hair to match your envy, how fitting."

Lamastu’s smile remained, but her eyes narrowed. "Envy? Oh, dear sister, I envy nothing of yours. Not your blindness, nor your cold, empty heart."

Naamah leaned forward slightly, her voice a low whisper that carried only to Lamastu. "Cold, perhaps. But empty? I have more substance in my heart than you have in your entire being. Tell me, how does it feel to constantly chase after validation you will never receive?"

Lamastu’s hand tightened around her staff, the green orb pulsing ominously. "I don’t need validation from anyone, least of all from a blind relic. Your time is over, Naamah. The world moves on, even if you can’t see it."

Naamah straightened, her expression serene. "The world may move, but I am its constant. You, on the other hand, are but a fleeting shadow, destined to fade."

Lamastu’s laughter was brittle, like glass. "We shall see, sister. Or rather, I shall see. Your blindness, both physical and metaphorical, will be your downfall."

Naamah merely inclined her head. "We shall indeed see, Lamastu. Enjoy your moment in the sun, for shadows fall even on the brightest days."

Their exchange, though cloaked in civility, was a battle of wits and venom, each woman seeking to undermine the other with every word. The arena, oblivious to the sharpness of their words, remained a roaring sea of anticipation, unaware of the storm brewing in the luxury boxes above.

However, Lenny could not help but listen to their words and replay them in his head again, and again.

"Were these women actually fighting?" He thought to himself. Instantly, an idea came to his head. "System, Isolate the conversation between the sisters of Eve, highlighting Intonation, pattern of speech, emphasized words, and body language. Also, remove the unnecessary things."

<Alert: According to my findings, those two are not bickering with one another. They are actually passing information>

The Satan system reported to lenny and he looked at them in surprise. At such a time, a lost memory flashed in Lenny’s head. It was a story about an old Scientist during world war two that managed to send cryptic messages to his wife on the other side of the war.

This scientist had a very important post in the army, and thus, every letter he sent was scrutinized carefully, in case he was sending information to the enemy army before it was allowed to be carried by the carrier pigeon to the other side.

At first glance, it was just a normal message, asking about the weather, family, and about the dogs. But each letter carried a complicated set of codes when written in a certain manner, some letters were curved in certain ways and an emphasis on certain consonants and vowels would reveal the original message.

What was happening between the women was the same thing, but it was on another level.

"So this is the power of one that has eaten from the Tree of Knowledge," Lenny thought to himself. "Is it possible to find the meaning of what they are saying?"

<Positive! However, this encryption process is very tough. Further analysis of their communication with one another has also suggested that even movement of lips do not rhythm with the words they are using. But it is possible to figure out what they are saying if given enough time.>

<Translating....>

<A few words have been translated...>

"Give me a sum up on what they are saying!"

<My Part is ready. I have found the soul of the sub plane and with the center core of the seal on Purgatory, we are now ready.... Let us get that Codex.>