Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1049: A DEAD City Touched By Demons

The sun had barely risen, casting a pale golden light across the landscape. The air was filled with a mix of excitement and sorrow as the werewolf clan gathered near the three ethereal portals leading into Imperilment.

These portals, grand and shimmering with an otherworldly glow, were the product of Nikky and her team’s scientific genius. Their edges pulsed with energy, evidence of the monumental effort it had taken to create them.

The atmosphere was thick with lots of emotion and longing.

Half of the young werewolves and a select few of the older, more experienced ones had been chosen for this perilous journey.

They stood in clusters, bidding their loved ones farewell. Some of the farewells were tearful, others stoic, but all were deeply heartfelt.

A mother knelt down, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she cupped her son’s face in her hands.

"Be brave, my darling," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Remember everything you’ve learned. I love you." The boy, his young face set with determination, nodded and hugged her tightly.

Nearby, an older werewolf clapped his brother on the shoulder. "Take care of yourself out there," he said gruffly, though his eyes betrayed his worry. The two embraced, a fierce hug that spoke of years of shared hardships and unspoken fears.

Victor stood at the forefront, his mate Allison by his side, her grip on his arm as tight as ever. Her eyes were red from crying, but her face was set with a determined resolve. "We’ll be back," Victor assured her softly, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. She nodded, swallowing hard, unable to speak.

In the background, some of the younger werewolves tried to hold back their tears, their attempts at bravery touching and heartbreaking all at once. Others wept openly, clinging to their parents, siblings, and friends.

The knowledge that time moved differently in Imperilment weighed heavily on everyone. A day in that treacherous plane equated to an hour on Earth. This meant that months on Earth would stretch into years in Imperilment. For many, this was a farewell that could last a lifetime.

After all, many might or would definitely lose their lives. It was the end of a lot, and the beginning of more.

Elders moved among the crowd, offering words of encouragement and blessings. Their presence was a comforting anchor in this sea of emotions.

One of them, a wise old werewolf with silver streaks in his fur, raised his voice to address the departing group. "Remember, you carry the hopes and dreams of our people with you. Stay strong, stay united, and return to us victorious."

Father Black stood in the shadows of the early morning light, a cigar smoldering between his lips. His expression was unreadable, a mask of stoic determination. Behind him stood Clawed, mirroring his serious demeanor as they watched the werewolves say their goodbyes.

"So this was your idea," Clawed spoke up, his voice a low rumble. "You want to use Imperilment to train formidable warriors and then, when they come back, use artificial means to increase their overall combat power."

Father Black nodded, taking a long drag from his cigar. "I hate to pull families apart, but if we do not do this, we will have no families."

"So you are playing the Villain now!" Clawed commented.

"Was I never!? The strongest man we know, our king is millions of light years away from us. We need to make sacrifices for the overall good. I have a feeling that Neither the gods nor demons will wait long for us."

Nikky and Insect-B were among those saying goodbye to Victor. Meanwhile, Morgana hovered a distance away in mid-air, watching the proceedings below with a touch of detachment. She wasn’t close to Victor, but they had fought together, and as a family member, she felt obligated to be there.

Nikky ran over to Allison, embracing her friend tightly. "Please take care of him," she whispered. They had all been through so much together, their bond forged in the fires of countless battles.

Victor turned to Father Black, and their eyes met. No words were necessary; a nod sufficed. Both knew that if there was an emergency, they had ways to contact each other. The family mark that connected them all provided an unbreakable link.

The Elders, Zod and Isaiah, also came to say their goodbyes. Isaiah had tears in his eyes as he recounted memories of Victor as a child, running around and being bullied by his siblings. "I’m so proud of you, Victor," he declared, his voice breaking. In the end, it was Victor who had to calm the old man down. Zod expressed his concerns and well wishes, his face lined with worry.

Victor growled loudly, a command that echoed through the air. All the werewolves turned to the Alpha. "It’s time!" he ordered.

Instantly, huge trucks carrying supplies and other essentials began moving into the portals. The werewolves, carrying their heavy bags, followed along.

Victor held Allison close to his chest, looking deeply into her eyes. She gazed back, unwavering.

"I’ll follow you anywhere," she muttered.

"And I you," he replied, kissing her forehead.

With one last look at their loved ones, they stepped into the portal together, leading have of their clan into the unknown....

.......

In another place, on another plane known as the Underworld, where the sun never fully shone bright but still managed to scorch the earth, a solitary figure trudged through the desolate desert. His body was fully wrapped in torn clothes, the tattered fabric flapping in the hot, dry wind.

In his arms, he cradled a woman, her body wrapped tightly in cloth to prevent further bleeding.

On his back, a small child had cried himself to sleep, his tiny hands gripping the man’s shoulders. This man, known as Basketface, bore the weight of both with a grim determination etched on his face.

Many days had passed since Lady Vinegar and the child mysteriously appeared before him. His journey through the unforgiving desert had been long and arduous, but now, he was finally at the end.

Basketface looked ahead, squinting against the harsh, dried desert wind. In the distance, a ruined city lay sprawled out before him. The city walls, once towering and formidable, were now crumbling and broken. Two huge statues at the gate, representing the guardian high elves, stood in a state of disrepair, their once majestic forms marred by time and conflict.

This was an old city, they are many that no longer remember what beauty it used to have. Especially because it once represented incredible power and when the demons moved from hell, they needed examples for the other species to obey.

This was one such example.

It was once known as the ethereal city of the High Elves. It was known as Perfectus. It was indeed a perfect society.

Even the low born in this place, used to live lives kings envied.

But now, it was all gone.

No one came here anymore, but the dried winds, and scholars hungry for knowledge of the old ways and those seeking for truth and meaning in death.

Of course, this meant that many lost their lives to ancient traps in this ruined land. But that was only if one did not know their way around.

For many, it was ruins, but for Basketface, it was a place he once called home. Even though he was a demon by origin, it was still his home. At the same time, it was Lady Vinegar’s.

After all, her ties to this place was the sole reason one needed to address her as Lady instead of just her name.

On arriving at this place, Lady Vinegar that had been nearly motionless for days, moved a bit, as if her body had sensed a power that was enveloping her, welcoming her back home.

Even Basket face could feel it, but it was never welcoming to his kind.

Of course, he did not mind this.

"We are home, my lady. Just bare a little more!"

The sight of this land, Perfectus, was both a promise of respite and a reminder of the harsh reality of the Underworld.

Basketface took a deep breath, adjusting his grip on the woman in his arms and the child on his back, and continued forward, each step bringing them closer to the ruined sanctuary that lay ahead.

He reached into the ruined city. He arrived at the center monument of a huge star. Even though most houses and buildings of this place had bee destroyed, this star remained untouched.

Basketface dropped lady Vinegar and the child on one side, and then he walked over to the monument. he blew the dust on one side. There was a hand print at the side.

Basketface made a cut with his hand, and placed it on the handprint. And then he spoke some ancient words. However, even after waiting a while, nothing happened.

He gave a slight smile at this discovery, "her highness worries too much. She even removed my hand seal imprint from the Ancestral records. However," he turned to Lady Vinegar.

Bringing her closer, he made a slight cut on her hand and placed it on the slab. immediately, the star came to life, and a voice was heard, "Welcome Princess..."