Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1068: It All Began With Blood

In a different part of this same world, far from the chaos of the cube room, lay the depths of a cold land.

This land was the ninth circle of hell, just as told by Dante’s Inferno in lenny’s old world.

A frozen wasteland where the damned souls of traitors were eternally punished. The landscape was bleak and desolate, a frozen expanse where the air was so frigid it seemed to slice through flesh and bone.

The ground was covered in a thick, impenetrable sheet of ice, with jagged, rocky outcroppings piercing the surface like the teeth of a monstrous beast.

These rocks were not ordinary stones; they were cursed, their surfaces embedded with the twisted faces of tormented souls. These souls were forever fused with the rock, their agonized expressions frozen in perpetual torment.

They moaned and wailed, their cries echoing through the icy abyss, a constant reminder of the eternal suffering that awaited those who dared to tread in this forsaken place.

Everywhere in this land was filled with danger. The ice was treacherous, with hidden crevasses and sudden drops that could swallow the unwary.

The devils that roamed this frozen hell were cruel and relentless, their eyes burning with a malevolent fire that contrasted starkly with the icy environment. They took sadistic pleasure in torturing the damned, using sharp, icy implements to inflict pain and suffering.

In the midst of this horrific landscape, where life should not exist, there was one person, an actual living soul, who remained hidden within one of the rocky outcrops.

This individual was shrouded in layers of tattered, frost-covered garments, every inch of their body covered to protect against the biting cold. They had to stay concealed to avoid the ever-watchful eyes of the devils, blending into the cursed rocks that were their shelter.

The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and decay, and the only sounds were the relentless howling of the icy wind and the anguished cries of the damned. The ground was uneven, with sharp rocks and icy stalagmites making every step a potential hazard.

Despite the unbearable conditions, this lone survivor clung to life, their breath visible in the freezing air, their heart beating steadily beneath the layers of clothing.

This person had learned to move silently, to use the shadows cast by the jagged rocks as cover. They had become a part of the environment, a ghostly figure that navigated the treacherous landscape with a quiet determination.

Their eyes, the only part of their body visible through the frost-covered wrappings, were sharp and vigilant, constantly scanning for any signs of danger.

The rocks around them were a macabre tapestry of frozen faces, each one a reminder of the fate that could easily befall them. The souls trapped within the rocks seemed to reach out with ghostly hands, their faces contorted in agony as they tried to grasp at the fleeting warmth of the living being among them.

This hidden soul had a purpose, a reason for enduring the relentless cold and the constant threat of discovery. They were searching for something, a way out of this frozen hell, a chance at redemption or escape.

Their resolve was unbreakable, their spirit unyielding despite the overwhelming odds.

In a place where hope was a distant memory, they clung to the smallest glimmer of it, driven by the belief that even in the depths of the coldest hell, salvation might still be found.

After all, this person was none other than the one that had refused Lenny’s offer to become a family member when he had given her the opportunity to do so.

Back then, she had sworn that she would rather pick death than submit to Lenny, and as a result, she had been at the verge of death, as the devils had done a number on her.

They had wounded her terribly, even breaking her leg.

However, before she would become Devil food, Lenny had sent all devils out of the eighth earth. Unfortunately, Lenny had not used this ability with a particular direction in mind and she had found herself in one of the worse places to be in the entire cosmos.

She had ended up in hell.

The one place, signifying the peak of damnation.

Hell, once home to the demons but now run over by devils of all kinds and abomination.

It is said that the damned of the mortal world shall perish in this place for all eternity.

If it was any other person that had made their way into hell, they would have died a long long time ago, especially with the kind of injuries that Athena had fallen with.

But she was a person that had even survived a place like the nether realm, where everything was nothing, and nothing was everything.

Nevertheless, it did not change this place from being what it was.

After all, in this place, death actually existed unlike the Nether realm.

Fortunately for her, hell was not the lake of eternal fire that many mortals had been made to believe.

At least, not all of it. There were many many parts of it that were still just as terrible but not so bright.

Regardless, her earlier days in this place were a different taste of Hell. (Author’s note: Pun intended)

After all, unlike the Nether realm, she needed food to survive in this place, and all that existed was a naked waste land perverted by very terrible magic.

This was the origin of chaos magic.

luckily for Athena, she still had some items that had helped her survive within the nether realm. if not, the chaos magic alone was enough to turn her into a devil.

But that did not mean that she was out of the stormy waters just yet.

Even now, as she laid in between the rocks, with a string attached to bait she was using to try and hunt, she could not help but remember those early days of immeasurable suffering.

It all began with blood...