Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1051: For My Grandson

Meanwhile, in another part of the cosmos, Durgia and her witches were facing their greatest challenge yet. They had ventured into the territory of the Satan Family of Wrath, known for their brutal and devastating power.

The battle was fierce and unrelenting. As the witches disembarked from their unassuming spaceship, they were met with a horrifying onslaught. The air around them crackled with malevolent energy as the demons of Wrath unleashed their fury.

Their wrath manifested as literal vacuums, pocket holes, and black holes in space, tearing through the witches with terrifying ease.

Witches screamed as they were caught in these gravitational traps, their bodies stretching and distorting grotesquely before being ripped apart. Limbs, torn from torsos, floated briefly in the weightless voids before being sucked into the consuming darkness.

Blood and viscera splattered in all directions, creating a macabre spectacle against the backdrop of space.

Just from this, Durgia could tell that a principality was near by. Immediately, from within the ship, barked out orders with a voice that barely masked her desperation. "Form defensive lines! Counter their gravity traps with repulsion spells!" Her eyes darted across the chaotic battlefield displayed on the ship’s monitors. She watched in horror as her witches were mercilessly torn to pieces, their magical defenses crumbling under the relentless assault.

But she did not give up. After all, she was one that had eaten from the tree of life.

"Summon the Elemental Guardians!" she commanded, her voice cracking with strain. "We need more power!"

Outside, the surviving witches attempted to conjure elemental forces born of negative magic to counter the gravitational onslaught, but the demons of Wrath were relentless.

More witches were caught in the vacuum traps, their spells faltering as they were dragged into the void, their screams echoing in the emptiness of space.

Durgia clenched her fists, blood trickling from her nose as she exerted immense effort to maintain her focus.

The power of the Principality was countering her own.

This was a formidable adversary who seemed intent on crushing her will. Her vision blurred, and she felt her strength waning, but she could not afford to give up.

"Hyperjump coordinates set!" a technician witch at the helm yelled, his voice strained with urgency.

Durgia nodded, her face pale and streaked with blood. "By my laws, Initiate hyperjump! Get us out of here!"

With a final burst of effort, Durgia channeled her remaining power into the ship’s navigation systems. The vessel shuddered violently as it prepared to tear through the fabric of space. The gravitational traps outside intensified, as if sensing their imminent escape, but the ship’s shields held, barely.

The moment seemed to stretch into an eternity, but then, with a blinding flash of light, the ship entered hyperjump. The battlefield vanished, replaced by the swirling, surreal colors of faster-than-light travel.

Unfortunately, those witches that had not made it back to the ship in time, were left behind without remorse. A sacrifice for their counterparts.

The witches who had survived collapsed in exhaustion, their bodies and minds pushed to the brink.

Durgia slumped in her command chair, her strength utterly spent. She wiped the blood from her nose, her eyes closing as she allowed herself a moment of relief. They had escaped, but the cost had been staggering. Many witches had perished, their lives snuffed out in the void of space, victims of the wrath of demons.

She opened her eyes and looked around at the survivors. "We made it," she said weakly. "But that maggot of a demon woman has taken my prince. This battle isn’t over. I will have our revenge."

However, just as she said this, something unexpected happened. the ship shook violently.

"What was that?" Durgia asked.

"We have been forced out of hyper space." the witch at the helm answered.

"That’s impossible. My laws govern the movement of this ship. The only only thing that can pull us out of hyperspace is..." she frowned.

and then it appeared from seemingly nowhere.

It was a dark ship, twice the size of their own. it was entirely dark and alsmost blended with the emptiness of space, except that it was being pulled along two Beasts of the void.

These were called, animalistic entities without form and simply looked like black gliding clouds.

The only way one could control such a creature was if one was in position to understand laws.

Meaning one needed to at least be in the arcane rank to see the true form of these beasts.

The rest of her crew could not see it, but as some one that had been blessed with the gifts from the truth of knowledge, being able to capture the true form of any creature, she could behold its magnificence.

The witch at the helm began to operate, preparing for battle, but the moment he did this, he suddenly turned to a bloody mist on the spot.

The witch closet to him saw this and screamed. However, the same thing happened to her.

There was no struggle, no pain, just the smell of blood in the air to show that they once existed and were now no more.

Another was also about to scream, but Durgioa immediately raised a hand, her power of law freezing everything in place.

A loud voice was suddenly heard from outside the ship, "Not bad, you actually know what these clouds of smoke are. maybe what they said about the the tree of knowledge is true. If any of your witches were to make a slight move, even an itch on the thigh, my pets will turn them to blood dust." The voice chuckled. "I am an elder of the Abaddon royal family. And the person in charge of this Amanda. You witches think just because you went into hiding, we did not know where you were all along.

We only let you believe what we wanted you to believe. At the end of the day, you are mice we let stain this world with your presence and pesky relationships. Now, open up, I am coming aboard your Vessel."

Durgia frowned, but she still did as it had been instructed of her.

She had brazen herself for what was to come.

However, when the guest stepped through the air lock and into the ship, she was left in absolute surprise as to the level of power.

After all, she was expecting at least an Arcane rank demon, or even better, a principality.

However, it was only one that was just about entering into the Great demon realm.

Yet he walked with incredible confidence, his very high heels clicking against the ground as he walked. Even Durgia did not believe that she would punish her ankles that much, but he did it effortlessly anyway.

She frowned at the topless mister with a mini skirt and high heels that had walked into her vessel. "And who are you?"

"I am an Elder of The Abaddon family. However, you can call me Agent ’X’." he gave a light smile, "I don’t have time and will therefore go straight to the point. I hear that you have my... Grandson."