Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1037: Descendant Of Solomon’s Power

The ship glided silently through the expanse of space, its sleek, meteorite-like exterior seamlessly blending into the void.

As it neared its destination, the view shifted to reveal a world shrouded in noxious, swirling clouds of poisonous gas. The atmosphere was so thick and vile that it gave the planet an appearance of rot and decay, even from the cold distance of space. The greenish-yellow haze enveloped the globe like a festering wound, emitting a sickly glow that pulsed ominously.

This was Semi-Plane at the edge of the Gluttony Royal Family.

Breaking through the murky atmosphere, the ship descended, its camouflage shimmering away to reveal its true form: an ancient, living vessel, its surface covered in arcane runes that pulsed with dark energy.

This was the last of its kind, carrying a cargo of vengeance-bound witches.

As the ship hovered over the blighted surface, a sinister movement stirred below. From within the poisoned clouds emerged a massive swarm of demons, minions of the Gluttony Royal demon family. These were no ordinary demons but grotesque abominations, each more hideous than the last.

Leading the charge were colossal, monstrous flies, their bulbous eyes glinting with malevolent intelligence.

Their wings beat with a thunderous buzz, propelling their bloated, pus-filled bodies through the air. Their jaws, filled with jagged teeth, snapped hungrily as they surged toward the ship. Their exoskeletons were mottled with dark, oozing sores, and their limbs, twisted and malformed, ended in razor-sharp claws.

The Gluttonous flies, ever hungry and never filled.

Behind them, a horde of other demonic entities followed. Some were grotesque amalgamations of multiple creatures, with extra limbs, eyes, and mouths protruding from their flesh. Others were serpentine, their bodies covered in scales that dripped with corrosive slime. Their eyes glowed with a sickly, greenish light, and their tongues flicked out, tasting the toxic air.

The swarm moved with terrifying speed and coordination, their collective roar echoing through the poisoned skies. They surged upwards, a living tide of horror, their grotesque forms blending into a single, nightmarish mass.

The ship, now fully visible, was their goal, a lone bastion against this unavoidable onslaught.

Durgia strode confidently onto the bridge of the ship, her presence commanding the attention of everyone around. Beside her, Lady Vinegar clutched Luca tightly, her eyes was wide with a mixture of fear and suspicion.

Durgia glanced at the horde of demons below, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She then turned to Lady Vinegar and, with a swift, forceful motion, pulled the child from her arms.

Lady Vinegar resisted, but Durgia’s gaze pierced into her eyes with an overwhelming force. Vinegar’s body instantly felt as if a colossal weight had been placed upon her shoulders, rendering her powerless to resist further.

Durgia carried Luca to a sleek, oval-shaped pod that sat in the center of the bridge. The pod opened with an elegant, mechanical grace, revealing a cushioned interior. As she gently placed Luca inside, the child looked up at her with wide, curious eyes, unaware of the gravity of the situation.

Durgia smiled down at him, her voice unnaturally calm and reassuring. "Don’t worry, you are going to be alright." She stepped back, and the pod closed around Luca, sealing him inside. With a wave of her hand, the power of cosmic law activated, an ear ring of her’s glowed and the pod began to shimmer with a radiant light.

Lady Vinegar’s panic was immediate and visceral. "Bring him back!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the bridge. Her helplessness was obvious and sickening even to her as her eyes filled with desperation.

Durgia walked up to her, her expression cold and unyielding. "I told you, he is in good hands," she said firmly.

Outside, the battle raged on. The demons swarmed the witch’s giant spacecraft, their grotesque forms battering against its hull. In response, the ship’s defenses sprang to life, unleashing a barrage of magical weapons.

Barrels of rune circles appeared in the air, each one firing devastating bolts of energy into the demon horde. The sky was a chaotic tableau of light and darkness, with explosions and magical energy clashing in a symphony of destruction.

Meanwhile, the pod carrying young Luca materialized within the poisoned, swampy landscape of the Gluttonous demons’ planet. The air was thick with toxic fumes, and the ground was a sickening mash of mud and decay. The pod’s sudden appearance startled the demons nearby, and they stared at it with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

A few of the more adventurous demons cautiously approached the foreign object, their grotesque forms glistening with slime and filth. Their eyes glowed with a predatory hunger as they examined the pod, unsure of its purpose.

Inside the pod, darkness enveloped young Luca, causing his anxiety to grow. His small fingers trembled, and his breathing became rapid. Suddenly, a screen flickered to life, illuminating the space with an eerie glow. Durgia’s face appeared on the screen, her voice sweet yet manipulative. "My sweet, sweet little prince, we need your help. We are under attack."

The screen shifted, showing the grotesque demons assaulting the spaceship outside. Luca’s eyes widened with fear and confusion. The image then changed to Lady Vinegar lying on the ground, her face twisted in agony. Seeing his mother in such distress, Luca’s breathing grew even heavier.

Durgia, watching Luca’s reaction, frowned momentarily before smirking to herself. "It seems we need to motivate the young prince a little," she thought, waving a finger discreetly. A magical axe materialized out of thin air and embedded itself into Lady Vinegar’s thigh with a sickening thud. She screamed in agony as blood gushed from the wound.

"My dear, they are hurting your dear poor mother, and when they are done, they will eat her and come for your god mother too." She spoke with innocence in her voice.

Luca saw his mother wounded and bleeding, and his immediate reaction was one of overwhelming sorrow and fear. Tears streamed down his face as he began to cry uncontrollably. Each tear seemed to fuel the glowing dark runes that began to appear on his small body, growing brighter and more intense with each sob.

The air around Luca crackled with dark energy. With a final, heart-wrenching cry, a powerful force erupted from his body, shooting into the sky like a pillar of dark light. The energy swirled and expanded, forming a massive portal the size of a continent. The sheer power of the negative magic was palpable, resonating with the dark forces that the witches wielded.

From the gaping portal, Netherbeasts began to emerge, their grotesque forms descending upon the world below. These creatures, born of dark magic and malevolence, surged forth with an unholy fervor. Their eyes gleamed with an insatiable hunger as they poured out of the portal, ready to wreak havoc upon the Gluttonous demons and anything else in their path.

The battlefield transformed into a nightmarish landscape as the Netherbeasts clashed with the Gluttonous demons. The sky darkened under the shadow of the portal, and the ground trembled from the force of the unleashed magic.

In the midst of the chaos, Durgia watched with a mixture of satisfaction and cold calculation. Her plan had worked, and the young prince’s latent power had been unleashed in a way that would change the tide of the battle.

Lady Vinegar, despite her pain, was left speechless at this. The wound in her thigh was a small one that could easily be mended. It was of no immediate consequence. her worry was only on Luca, after all, she never knew the young boy was capable of such incredible power.

The netherbeasts surged forth from the portal, a nightmarish horde of abominations birthed from the darkest corners of the Nether realm. Their forms were twisted and grotesque, with razor-sharp claws, gnarled horns, and eyes that glowed with an unholy light. Their very presence exuded an aura of malevolence that seemed to darken the sky itself.

The Gluttonous flies, grotesque minions of the Glutton Royal demon family, swarmed towards the netherbeasts with a ravenous frenzy. Their bulbous eyes and gaping maws gleamed with insatiable hunger as they lunged at the netherbeasts, their fangs dripping with acidic saliva.

However, the moment the flies made contact with the netherbeasts, their hunger turned to horror. The netherbeasts’ flesh was toxic, a vile poison that seeped into the flies’ bodies, causing them to writhe in agony. The flies’ grotesque forms bloated and twisted, their bodies convulsing as the toxic magic coursed through them. No matter how much they fed, the netherbeasts remained unscathed, their dark power unfathomable.

The sky became a battlefield of epic proportions as the netherbeasts tore through the ranks of the Gluttonous flies with savage ferocity. One netherbeast, a towering creature with multiple heads and a serpentine tail, lashed out with its claws, slicing through the flies as if they were mere paper. Its multiple heads snapped and bit at the flies, tearing them apart with ruthless efficiency.

Another netherbeast, a hulking behemoth with spiked armor and wings made of shadow, unleashed a torrent of dark energy from its maw. The energy disintegrated the flies on contact, leaving nothing but charred remnants in its wake. The flies’ attempts to swarm and overwhelm the netherbeasts were futile; their numbers dwindled rapidly as the netherbeasts’ toxic magic and brute strength decimated them.

One particularly grotesque fly, larger than the rest and covered in festering boils, lunged at a netherbeast with desperate ferocity. Its mandibles closed around the netherbeast’s throat, but instead of drawing sustenance, it recoiled in agony as the toxic flesh burned its insides. The fly’s body convulsed and swelled before bursting in a spray of noxious ichor, its demise swift and gruesome.

High above the battlefield, Durgia sat in the luxurious bridge of the witch’s ship, her presence serene amidst the chaos. She reclined in her chair, a cup of tea in her hand, the liquid within swirling with magical rainbows. Each sip she took seemed to imbue her with a calm, ethereal glow. Her eyes, however, were fixed on the scene below with a keen interest.

"His power is there," she mused aloud, her voice soft and contemplative. "But there is still a lot to unlock. This is just a fraction of his potential... Descendant Of Solomon..." She smiled.