Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1128: The Red Wolves

Deep within the underworld, an entirely different realm thrived—a primary plane just like the Eighth Earth and other earths, but home to a myriad of supernatural creatures.

This plane was a place of perpetual twilight, where beings like centaurs, minotaurs, harpies, gorgons, and gargoyles roamed freely under the dim glow of eerie stars.

These creatures coexisted in a world that was ancient, mystical, and dark, filled with powers and evils that rarely touched the surface world. Yet in this underworld, a new kind of malevolence was rising—one that had begun to take the plane by storm. Or at least, news of it.

A lone figure sprinted through the dense underworld forest, his breath ragged and heart pounding in his chest. He was a satyr, his hooves thudding against the damp, blackened earth as his twisted horns gleamed in the pale light of the underworld’s moon. Behind him, closing in fast, were the Red Wolves—a pack of ruthless assassins.

They were all in their werewolf form, fur as white as fresh snow, so blindingly bright that when they moved, they seemed to blur into the wind itself.

He ran with all the speed his legs could muster, but he was no match for them. The werewolves were swift, their forms cutting through the darkness like silent hunters. Before long, the lead wolf lunged through the air, its massive body flying at him with terrifying grace. With a single, calculated swipe of its powerful claws, the werewolf severed one of his legs cleanly from his body.

The satyr fell, crying out in pain as he crashed into the cold earth. Blood poured from his wound, staining the dark ground beneath him. Desperately, he tried to drag himself backward, away from the approaching wolves, but it was hopeless. He knew his fate was sealed.

"I’ve heard of your kind," the satyr rasped, his voice weak but defiant. "The new underworld assassins... taking this realm by storm. They call you Red Wolves... but seeing you now..." He coughed, spitting blood, "I know the name was misleading."

The lead werewolf snarled, but did not respond. There was no need for words. The satyr had carried with him something of great value, something the Red Wolves were determined to keep secret. Information like his was hoarded by the demon rulers of the underworld, never meant to reach anyone else.

With a quick, brutal slash, the werewolf’s claws sliced across the satyr’s throat, ending his life in an instant. His body lay still on the cold earth, his blood soaking into the dark soil.

The werewolf crouched low, its body beginning to shift. With a sickening crack, the bones within it reformed, shrinking and morphing as fur gave way to pale, smooth skin. When the transformation was complete, a woman stood where the beast had once been.

Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, her black eyes sharp and cold. She was beautiful, but there was an icy, lethal air about her—an aura that demanded fear and respect. Many in the werewolf tribe whispered that she was the spitting image of her grandmother, a legendary figure known for her ruthless cunning and strength, but very motherly nature. But this werewolf did not give any motherly vibe.

The other werewolves, also reverting back into their human forms, gathered around her. They were a formidable group, each one as deadly as the last.

She knelt beside the satyr’s lifeless body, her fingers deftly searching his clothes until she found what she had been looking for—a scroll, hidden deep within his cloak. She unraveled it quickly, her eyes scanning the contents with sharp precision.

After a moment, her frown deepened. She rolled the scroll back up and stood, her posture rigid with urgency.

"We need to get this to Grandfather," she said, her voice cold but decisive. "And we need to do it fast."

"Yes, Mistress Allison!"

Without another word, she turned and began walking into the shadows, the rest of the pack following her without hesitation. They disappeared into the night, their forms once again lost to the wind, leaving nothing behind but the still body of the satyr and the chilling sense that something far darker was at play in the depths of the underworld.

Just as she left, a young man landed on this area. He had a scar that ran through one side of his face. His hair was white as snow, and so was his skin, aside from his scar that somehow refused to heal, all was blameless about his body.

He had a long Bow that ran from his shoulder to his waist. Close observations on the carving on them and many would instantly know that it was of the High Elves. A race of beings thought to be extinct in the underworld.

He looked in the direction the werewolves had gone. And his one eye shone in a particular light, as if he was trying to capture that woman’s looks. "Allison," he muttered to himself.

All of a sudden, there was a call from behind him.

"Prince LUCA!"

"Yes, I’m over here, Basketface."

A man suddenly appeared. He was dressed like an old fashioned butler, but his appearance was that of a Demon.

He looked over at the corpse on the ground and frowned. "It would seem like the Underworld has gotten a new contender for power..." and then he looked at his young prince, and in the direction that the Werewolves had gone, "....as you have a new contender for your heart."

Luca shook his head as he stood to his feet, "Oh stop it old man. I was only curious that’s all."

"it always starts with curiosity my prince, and then the longing to uncover the cloth of mystery, and finally, the Desire to FUCK IT!"

Luca chuckled, "you over think it old man. its just curiosity. Lets mark this land. Death has come this far, we dont want our people reach these lands. No one must know that the High elves still exist."

After saying this, he waved his hand, summoning a two Nether beasts from the Nether. And then he and the butler mounted them. The beasts took flight into the air.

Meanwhile, none of them noticed the figure of Allison that had just stepped out from behind a tree, staring in their direction. Or to be more precise, at Luca.

(Author’s note: Tell me, who can guess who these are?)