Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1143: Lilith’s Regent



Chapter 1143: Lilith’s Regent

Lilith stood in the cold, vast chamber before Death’s throne. The Entity that sat upon it was shrouded in a darkness so thick, it seemed to swallow the very light around them. Death’s true form was unknowable, concealed entirely by the void, yet the presence was undeniable—an overwhelming aura of finality, of endings and inevitable fate. Her throne, however, was something far more disturbing. Though clearly dead, it looked alive, with veins of blackened tendrils crawling across its surface, pulsating softly as though some grotesque imitation of life clung to it. The throne seemed to breathe, each inhale and exhale subtle but unmistakable, as if the stone had been woven from the fabric of the long-forgotten dead.

Death spoke from the shadows, her voice low and seductive, drawing Lilith in as though inviting her to embrace oblivion. "Are you sure?" the voice asked, almost in a whisper, each word laced with the promise of eternal sleep.

Lilith did not hesitate. She nodded firmly, resolute.

Without another word, part of the ancient stone walls of the castle shifted, creaking as they opened to reveal a dark, winding path. It seemed to stretch into an eternity of shadows, the air around it thick with the stench of time long past. Death’s voice, smooth as silk, echoed once more. "This leads to the Circle of Birth and Rebirth, but know… it is not without a cost. It will take that which is most precious to you."

Lilith’s gaze dropped to the phoenix symbol on her arm, its fiery wings etched into her skin—a mark of both life and renewal. She had known this all along. She touched the symbol lightly, as if bidding it farewell. "I already know what it will take," she whispered.

Raising her hand to the phoenix, Lilith spoke softly, her voice carrying through dimensions as she communicated with Athena, far away in the infernal depths of Hell. "Athena," she began, her tone steady, "I leave you a gift."

Athena, in Hell, froze upon hearing her voice. "Lilith? What are you—"

"You are to rule in my stead," Lilith continued, cutting through Athena’s confusion. "You will be in charge of the Cupbearers and all of Hell. Rule as my regent."

Athena’s heart pounded in her chest as she stared down at the symbol on her own forearm, disbelief clouding her mind. "But why? I am not fit for such a role! How could I possibly—I’m not strong enough—"

Lilith’s voice interrupted her once more, a strange calm settling over the conversation. "It is the only way, Athena. You must not worry. I will remain Queen, but under the circumstances that i shall fall under, you will rule in my place." As Lilith spoke, she waved her hand, and an ancient runic seal burned itself into Athena’s arm, glowing fiercely before settling into her skin. It was the seal of regency—an unbreakable bond of power.

Athena’s questions came rapid, her voice frantic. "Lilith, wait! What do you mean? How—" But before she could continue, Lilith had already begun her walk toward the circle.

The air grew thicker, denser with every step. Lilith could feel the ancient power of the Circle of Death and Rebirth calling to her, a weight on her soul unlike any she had felt before.

With Athena still asking question after question in disbelief, Lilith steps were steady, resolute, as she moved toward the final step of her journey. A smile curved her lips, bittersweet and serene."I give my wisdom and knowledge," Lilith murmured, her thought voice filled with both sorrow and pride, "the gift granted by the Primordial Tree of Knowledge."

.....

Lenny faced the creature, an abomination that had once been the old elf. Its form was twisted, grotesque tentacles sprouting from its body, a result of the Corruptor’s dark power. Lenny gripped his silver sword, which blazed with flames, but hesitated. He called out to the old elf, his voice filled with desperation. " Can you hear me?!"

But the creature could not respond, its mind trapped beneath layers of corruption.

The Corruptor stood nearby, watching with a sick grin on her face. A low chuckle escaped her, growing louder with each passing second. "He’s gone, boy!" the Corruptor taunted, "His greed for laws consumed him. His lust for power became his very essence, and now... this is what he is."

Lenny’s gaze flickered with anger and sadness as he fought the mutated creature. His strikes were swift, the silver flame of his sword cutting through the corrupted flesh. But with each blow, Lenny saw more of the man who once was, the elf he had known. And then, for a brief moment, their eyes met. Lenny saw it—the tears in the elf’s cloudy, tortured eyes. The old man, trapped in his monstrous form, pleaded in a broken voice, so low it was almost a whisper, "End it... please. End my suffering."

Lenny’s heart sank. He stopped, standing before what was left of the old elf. The battle had already been won, but the victory felt hollow. The suffering was too much. Lenny raised his hand, summoning the white holy flames that flickered around him, radiating with purifying energy. "Burn," he whispered softly, "and be free."

The holy flames washed over the creature, engulfing it in pure light. The abomination’s tentacles flailed for a moment before crumbling into dust, leaving only silence in the air.

The Corruptor, still wearing the form of Glenn, watched with twisted amusement. A grin was spread across her face as she chuckled again. "I see," she said slowly, "You have not yet unlocked it."

Lenny turned toward her, narrowing his eyes in confusion. "What do you mean?" he demanded.

The Corruptor smirked. "Holy power," she began, "is not like the other forms of magic. Its true purpose is to create, not to destroy. To heal, not to wound." Her voice dripped with mockery as he added, "But that depends on the strength of one’s heart. And your heart, Lenny... it is not the heart of a savior."

Lenny’s grip tightened on his sword, his mind reeling from the Corruptor’s words. There was truth in what the creature said, a truth that gnawed at him.

Even in the texts he had read from the Satan System, holy power could bring salvation, but only for those who truly understood it.

Was his heart not capable of that? Did he only know how to destroy?

Then again, Lenny was indeed both sides of one coin.

After all, he was a murderer, but believed that he did it for a good cause. It had to be. After all, true peace could only be achieved with the prospect of great hammer.

A whip on one hand and a hug on the other.

Lenny had always believed that this should be the balance.

And as such, regarded himself to be the whip to aide the hug.

Yet, the corrupter was indicating that lenny had the ability of both, but heart of known.


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