Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1137: Jar Of Abominable Prayers

The God Mountain, a structure unlike any other plane, planet, or terrain known to mortals, hovered ominously above Earth. It was not just one mountain but a fusion of peaks, each unique, towering, and majestic. The gleaming gold that coated the mountain was not a mere decoration—it was a symbol of divine authority and the raw, unyielding power of the gods. The atmosphere surrounding it was heavy, thick with the presence of forces no mortal could fathom. Each mountain that comprised the whole seemed to pulse with the godly energies of those that ruled over their domains.

It was the most sacred land of the gods, for it was the center of their combined might, a crust from which their power radiated. Every god had their own domain on the mountain, but at its core, it was where their divinity met the mortal world—a living symbol of their dominance. Normally, gods did not descend in their true forms. They chose avatars, mortal-like vessels to interact with the lesser beings. But this time was different. The gods themselves had come, breaking their own tradition, and they had brought the **God Mountain** with them as a display of their overwhelming authority.

But there was a twist—the mountain could not fully descend upon Earth. The barrier between the planes still held, preventing the gods from directly invading Earth without permission. Only a member of the Lenny family could formally invite them into this world, and such an invitation had to be given willingly. Even though Perseus and Crusher were now prisoners, kneeling before the god Ares, they remained defiant. They would not surrender that power. Not willingly.

Ares understood this all too well. He knew that men like Perseus and Crusher would never yield, not while they still had pride and something to fight for. But that was not his plan. His aim was not to break them, but to pressure those who cared for them—especially the leader of the Lenny family, Father Black. Losing two of the most prominent members of their family would be a devastating blow.

Meanwhile, back in the Regent’s City, preparations for war were underway. The streets buzzed with the hum of frantic activity. Nikky shouted orders as alarms blared. Weapons were being prepared, soldiers moved in formation, and the entire city vibrated with tension. This was not a simple battle. It was war—against gods.

Above the city, Insect-B and Morgana soared through the skies, their eyes fixed on the floating mountain. Despite the insanity of the situation, they were prepared to challenge the gods directly. Each of them was powerful enough to be considered a legend, and both were ready to lead their armies in hand-to-hand combat against the divine beings. Behind them flew a swarm of Chimera Ants, fearsome creatures with ranks as high as Deep Demons, bred for battle. But before they could engage, Father Black’s voice came through their minds with a shocking command: "Do not engage the gods directly."

Morgana and Insect-B exchanged bewildered glances. How could they wage war and not engage personally? The Chimera Ants could attack, but they themselves had been forbidden to fight. Father Black had not offered an explanation, but the gravity of his tone left no room for debate. There was a plan at play, a plan neither of them was privy to, but one that would be critical in the coming battle.

Far away, Father Black stood observing the mountain that cast its shadow over his city, turning the day into a strange, false night. His hands were clasped behind his back, his demeanor oddly relaxed for someone facing a literal apocalypse. His attire was that of a man ready for vacation—casual, almost comical in the face of what loomed before them.

Beside him, Clawed, his trusted aide, voiced his concern. "Do you think it will work?"

Father Black smirked slightly. "It should. And if it doesn’t, we have a backup plan. Tell Nikky to prepare the Plane Destroyer."

Clawed’s response was immediate. "Already done—and also the FUCKOFF Sign."

"Good," Father Black replied. "All we need to do now is stall. After all, the show isn’t quite ready to start. We are still lacking some actors." He yawned and stretched before stepping through a portal. "I’m off for a nap. Let me know when things get interesting."

Clawed could only shake his head as the portal closed behind him. It was surreal—an impending war with gods, and the one man who held the fate of their world in his hands was more interested in sleeping than preparing for battle. "It had better work," Clawed muttered to himself as he gazed up at the ominous mountain.

Meanwhile, the swarm of Chimera Ants, led by Insect-B, launched their attack on the God Mountain. Hundreds of them surged forward in a wave, their wings buzzing as they approached the shimmering golden surface of the mountain. Each ant had been enhanced, their power far beyond that of ordinary creatures. Some had even reached the rank of Deep Demons, their very presence enough to strike fear into most beings.

But this was no ordinary mountain. The golden trees that adorned the sacred landscape suddenly sprang to life. Their branches stretched and twisted, growing into colossal spears that shot forward, piercing through the bodies of the attacking ants with lethal precision. Blood sprayed into the air as the ants fell, impaled on the living, golden wood.

The gods watching from above chuckled at the scene, their amusement evident. But Crusher, despite his chains, smirked. "You fools," he muttered. "My girlfriend’s made some adjustments."

At that moment, the blood of the fallen ants ignited. The golden trees, now slick with the Chimera Ants’ blood, burst into flames, and the once serene surface of the God Mountain was rocked by explosions.

**Boom! Boom!**

The explosions echoed through the sky, sending shockwaves across the battlefield.

Ares frowned, his patience wearing thin. "Such nuisance!" he spat before issuing a command. "Barriers!"

At his word, a few gods raised their hands, and from the air itself, water materialized. The fires were swiftly extinguished, and a barrier of shimmering water encircled the mountain, forming a nearly impenetrable shield. The Chimera Ants continued to attack, exploding on contact with the barrier, but each breach was instantly repaired. The gods remained untouched.

Frustrated by the persistence of the mortals, Ares stepped forward once more. His massive image appeared on the water barrier, projected for all to see. "I tried to make this easier for you," he thundered. "But you forced my hand. Now, I will show you why I am feared."

In his hand, he held a small jar, ancient and cracked, from which a faint, ominous smoke curled. "In this jar are the grievances—the prayers of mortals, twisted and perverted. Prayers for death, for greed, for suffering. Curses and wishes for evil disguised as devotion. We call it the Jar of Abominable Prayers. It is molten poison, the essence of everything vile whispered in the name of gods."

He sneered in disgust, his voice filled with contempt for the humans below.

(Author’s Note: So what do you guys think will happen next? Also, please remember to show support by sending golden tickets and gifts.)