Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1159: The Beginning (Adam And Lucifer)

As the strings burrowed deeper into Lenny’s body, the pain intensified beyond anything he had ever imagined. It wasn’t just physical—it was as if his entire being was being ripped apart. The golden threads invaded his veins, burning through his blood like molten fire.

He could feel them sliding into his muscles, tearing through sinew and bone, their sharp edges scraping against his nerves. Each heartbeat felt like a thunderous clap of agony, sending shockwaves of torment throughout his body. His mind screamed, his soul buckled under the weight of it, as if the very essence of who he was was being unraveled strand by strand.

The pain was total, consuming. It reached into the deepest parts of him, pulling at the threads of his soul, his identity, his very existence. His thoughts splintered, shattering like glass under the weight of the excruciating force. The world around him blurred, dimmed, and the searing heat of the purgatorial core paled in comparison to the inferno now raging within him.

Lenny’s mind was on the verge of breaking. He wanted to scream, to thrash, to tear himself free from the strings that seemed intent on consuming him, but his body was no longer his to control. The strings tightened, sinking deeper still, and he felt them become one with his flesh, binding themselves to his very cells. They pulsed in time with his heartbeat, an alien rhythm that felt like a parasite feeding on his life force.

It was pain that transcended the physical, stretching into the spiritual. His soul felt raw, as though every shred of it was exposed and bleeding. His mind trembled at the edges of madness, desperate to find an escape. But there was none. The pain was unending, eternal, as if it had always been there and always would be.

And just when he thought it could not get worse—just when he knew he was about to break, to be consumed entirely by the harrowing agony—it stopped.

A voice, smooth as velvet, filled the air. It was melodic, hauntingly beautiful, like a song that whispered through the very fabric of existence. The sound was impossible, far beyond the capabilities of any mortal throat. It moved with a grace and fluidity that defied comprehension, and each word that spilled from it seemed to vibrate with divine power. It was a voice that soothed, that spoke of peace in a way that no other could.

And with that voice, the pain vanished.

Lenny’s body stilled, the overwhelming agony dissipating as quickly as it had come. His breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles trembling as he slowly lifted his head. The world around him had changed. He realized with a start that he was in a trance, pulled into a reality that was far removed from the purgatorial core. The air here was light, shimmering with an otherworldly glow, and everything felt… different, ethereal.

Before him stood a figure unlike any he had ever seen. After all, their last meeting, Lenny had only heard his voice and barely saw an image of who spoke with him.

Lucifer Morningstar.

He wasn’t just beautiful—he was beauty itself, an embodiment of perfection that transcended the physical realm.

Twelve wings, magnificent and golden, spread wide from his back. They ran from his feet all the way to his head, six on each side, their immense span filling the space around him. Each wing was a marvel of creation, with feathers so intricately detailed that they seemed to carry entire nebulae within them—each one pulsing with life, creation, and power. Stars twinkled in their depths, galaxies swirled within each plume, and the sheer magnificence of them took Lenny’s breath away.

Lucifer’s physique was carved to perfection, his form a testament to strength and grace. His legs, not human but akin to a kangaroo’s, were powerful and bold, built for both speed and force, sculpted with divine precision. His chest was broad, his arms strong yet elegant, every muscle crafted to balance beauty and power.

But it was his face, his eyes, that captivated Lenny the most. Lucifer’s features were sharper than any angel’s, more refined, with a symmetry that seemed impossible.

His skin glowed faintly with the light of a thousand suns, yet it was cool, serene. His eyes burned with an inner fire, not of rage, but of understanding, of knowledge far beyond mortal comprehension. They were the color of molten gold, yet within them danced all the colors of creation, swirling like a living tapestry of existence itself.

And then there was his presence.

Lucifer radiated an aura that made everything Lenny had seen before—including all the other fallen angels—pale in comparison. His very essence was music, harmony, and chaos intertwined, vibrating in perfect synchronicity with the universe.

Standing before him was like standing before a force of nature, a being so ancient and powerful that his existence alone seemed to bend reality. The air around him shimmered, the very ground beneath him hummed with the resonance of his presence.

Lenny understood in that moment that this was more than a fallen angel—this was once the greatest of all angels, the Morningstar, the one who had stood closest to the throne of the Creator.

His beauty was not just physical; it was the essence of creation, of life and death, of the infinite. It was beauty that would kill a mortal just to behold, beauty that defied all sense and logic. Luckily, Lenny had grown enough from his mortal status to behold such power.

Lenny felt small before him, but not insignificant. For Lucifer looked at him not with condescension, but with something akin to recognition.

"Welcome," the voice echoed once more, soft as a caress, yet powerful enough to stir the heavens themselves.

Lenny stood utterly speechless, his mind swirling with countless questions that seemed to lodge themselves in his throat. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, his voice caught somewhere deep inside him as he gazed at the Morningstar. Lucifer’s beauty was still overwhelming, and every moment Lenny spent in his presence felt like standing on the edge of a precipice, teetering between awe and fear.

Then Lucifer waved his hand, the movement graceful and fluid, almost hypnotic in its simplicity. His voice, smooth and melodic, washed over Lenny like a comforting breeze.

"Let me show you something of significance, my son," he said softly.

The words hit Lenny with a strange, unexpected warmth. my son. Lenny didn’t understand why Lucifer would address him in such a way. It was better than being called a servant or slave, titles he had often associated with himself while doing the Morningstar’s bidding. Yet, despite all his past struggles and darkness, there was something strangely comforting about being called "son." Even if it was from Lucifer himself.

Before Lenny could process the thought, the world around them shifted.

The change was abrupt yet seamless, like stepping through a veil between realities. They were no longer in the fiery core of Purgatory. Instead, Lenny now stood in a garden—a place so breathtakingly beautiful that it seemed to hum with life in every direction. The air was fresh and filled with the scent of blossoming flowers, rich soil, and something ancient, a presence that felt almost divine.

This was not just any garden. Lenny knew instantly where he was. This was Eden, The first garden.

Before him stood two magnificent trees, towering high into the sky, their bronze-like bark gleaming under the soft light that illuminated the garden. These trees were enormous, each one so large that it would take thirty people, hand in hand, to circle their colossal trunks. They radiated an ancient power, a presence that went far beyond the physical, something eternal and unknowable.

The first tree, on the left, bore fruits that were deep red, their skins swirling with dark, mysterious light. It was as though the fruits themselves were alive, pulsating with hidden power. The second tree, standing opposite, was far stranger. Its fruits glowed with a green light, serene and otherworldly. But even more unsettling were the parts of the tree where there should have been more fruit—there were instead human features. Eyes, noses, mouths, patches of skin, and tongues all seemed to grow out of the tree’s branches like grotesque, living ornaments. These was the tree of Life and death, and the tree of Knowledge.

Lenny’s breath caught in his chest. He didn’t need anyone to tell him what he was seeing. This was *the* garden—the *first* garden. This was Eden, untouched, pure, yet stained by the weight of what was to come.

Lucifer, the Morningstar, began to walk forward, and Lenny followed him instinctively. There was an eerie calmness to the garden, a quiet that held within it the weight of all history. They moved through the lush, green grass, the world around them teeming with life—birds singing, creatures moving in the underbrush. And then Lenny saw him.

Adam.

The first man lay comfortably against the belly of a lion, completely at ease in his nakedness. His body was strong and perfect, unmarred by time or toil. He rested with a serene look on his face, as though he were in the middle of an ordinary conversation. But it wasn’t the lion that captured Lenny’s attention—it was the being Adam was speaking with.

A serpent, vast and coiled, lay beside him. This was no ordinary snake. It was immense, its scales shimmering in shades of green and gold, catching the light like jewels. Its body rippled with power, and there was an intelligence in its gaze, one that Lenny immediately recognized. This was not just a serpent. This was Lucifer, the Morningstar, in another form.

The serpent’s eyes gleamed as it spoke to Adam, its voice smooth and coaxing. The sight was mesmerizing and unnerving all at once. Here, in this moment, was the greatest of angels, once the most beloved in Heaven, now conversing with the first human ever created. There was no enmity here, no sense of danger. It was simply two beings, one divine, the other mortal, sharing words in the cradle of creation.

Lenny glanced at the Morningstar beside him, the angel who now stood in his full, glorious form. The Lucifer standing beside him, with his radiant wings and divine beauty, was showing him a glimpse of the past, a memory of the moment before the fall. And Lenny could feel the weight of it, the tension that lay just beneath the surface of the serene scene before him.

Here was Adam, the first man, uncorrupted, untainted by the knowledge of good and evil. And here was Lucifer, the greatest of all angels, poised on the edge of rebellion, his voice a temptation that would change the course of history forever.

Lenny felt a chill run through him, despite the warmth of the garden. He knew what was to come, the betrayal that would shatter this perfect paradise. But in this moment, before the fall, everything seemed so peaceful, so beautiful. It was almost impossible to believe that anything could go wrong.

Yet Lenny knew better. He could feel it in the air, in the tension that hummed just beneath the surface. This was a moment frozen in time, a memory of the world before it was torn apart by the choices of both angels and men.

Lucifer’s voice, soft but commanding, broke the silence. "I need for you to know why it happened. And who we were..."

Lenny nodded, still speechless, as he looked at the scene before him. This was more than just a glimpse of the past. It was a revelation, a moment of understanding that shook him to his core.

This was where it all began....