Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1125: The Gods Plan

The gods were at the moment very tensed up about the awakening of a primordial Demon. This could not be helped as they knew that a contender for power had risen.

The worse part of it all, was that the Leviathan family had a reputation of being cruel even to other demons. After all, unlike normal demons, the entire family had been gifted by lady death, granting them the undead status.

Legend had it, that if not for the will of the morningstar against them, that no blade could stop their never beating hearts. They were mystery of demonic lineage that would have been a tumor on all that is living.

There were many in the universe that assumed that this was just lady death’s way of having a firmer control on beings that have a naturally longer life span as a result of their power and ability.

After all, the stronger one was, the longer, and better they could beat old age and danger.

This would mean the sentence date for souls would naturally increase, allowing lady death who is the end of all life miss the harvest.

But then the Morningstar sealed them, effectively cutting them off.

Rumors that it was the Mother of Hell, Lilith that did this had already reached this mountain of faith and reverence, and the gods had immediately called for a meeting of the gods.

Of course in this meeting, Minor gods were not to speak but observe as those from the rank of Major gods and above made the important decisions.

The peak of the gods’ mountain was bathed in an ethereal glow, the atmosphere thick with a filled with tension.

This place, the highest summit of their kind of divinity, radiated with the power of eons, where every stone and crevice gleamed with the brilliance of faith.

The very earth beneath their feet was not stone but gold, carved from the prayers and devotion of mortals, molded by divine hands into intricate patterns that seemed to pulse with life. Columns of pure gold towered toward the heavens, each adorned with shimmering symbols of the gods’ victories, and the air itself seemed to hum with a celestial resonance.

Golden banners fluttered gently in the divine winds, embroidered with runes and sigils that glowed faintly, casting soft hues across the gathering.

The gods, sitting on their thrones of unimaginable splendor, appeared healthier and more radiant than they had in centuries, their divine essence restored by the prayers of their mortal worshippers of the eighth earth.

Their auras swirled around them like living, breathing flames, each one distinct, yet melding together in a majestic display of power and presence.

In the center of this assembly stood Odin, his one eye gleaming with wisdom and foreboding. His aura was a storm cloud, crackling with energy, and his voice, deep and rumbling, commanded immediate attention.

The All-Father’s gaze swept across the room, his words as heavy as the air that hung around them. "Leviathan has escaped his prison. And I am sure you all know this. I am sure you understand what this means for us." His voice was low but resonant, like distant thunder before a storm.

The gods exchanged uneasy glances, their silence a testament to the gravity of Odin’s statement. Then, Ares, the god of war, stepped forward, his massive, muscular form towering above most.

His skin was bronzed and taut over his hulking frame, his arms bulging with the strength of countless battles fought across the eons. His movements were deliberate, each step reverberating through the golden floor like the footfall of a giant. His armor, etched with the marks of warfare, clinked as he moved, and the scent of iron and sweat followed him like a shadow.

"I foresee a battle," Ares said, his voice a growl that echoed off the golden walls, "—with the other royal demon families. After all, without the Morningstar to put a check on them, or the devils incapable of stopping them, their vengeance will rain down." His words cut through the silence like a blade, the gods stiffening at the prospect of what was to come. The tension tightened, the weight of war settling in the air, thick and suffocating.

Odin nodded gravely at Ares, his expression unreadable, but his approval was clear. A murmur spread through the gods, their voices low, uncertain. Freya, the goddess of love and beauty, shifted in her golden throne. Her eyes, as bright and fierce as a summer’s day, narrowed slightly. She leaned forward, her voice ringing like a bell as she spoke, "And what is this to do with us? We are not demons. Their fight is not our fight." Her tone was dismissive, but a slight furrow in her brow betrayed her concern.

Ares chuckled, a dark, rumbling sound that vibrated through the hall. He took a step closer to the podium, his massive form casting a long shadow. "But it HAS everything to do with us," he said, his tone filled with an ominous certainty. His hand, large enough to crush boulders, rested on the hilt of his sword as he addressed the assembly. "Sister Demeter has ensured that we rise in power once again by securing the faith of the eighth Earth for us. But let me remind you," he paused, his eyes scanning the room, "the demon families have brought the apocalypse to seven others. These are primary planes, symbols of power and domination."

Ares’ voice deepened, his gaze becoming more intense, his words deliberate and slow, as if savoring their impact. "Besides, it’s public knowledge that the primary planes give certain… GIFTS. The Leviathan family is without a symbol of power and will desire to even the battlefield. Is that not right?"

Murmurs erupted among the gods, their voices mingling in a rising tide of concern. They could feel the shift in the air, the danger looming on the horizon. Ares’ words lingered in the space between them, and the implication was clear: the demons would not stop at their own vengeance—they would seek to claim what the gods had sentenced to be their own.

"But we are not in a state to battle. We have barely recovered 10 percent of our powers, even with the help that the Lenny family as provided us, using their cloning technology. We cannot fight. If it comes to battle, we must avoid it."

Odin nodded at this. "What we saw with Loki—" he spat to the side, "that betrayal is nothing compared to hell that the royal Demon families will bring with them."

Ares nodded, "I agree, and that is why I have another suggestion. One that we once had, and still dream about. We..."