Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1164: Lenny’s Loss

The shadow runes surged from Lenny’s soul like a tidal wave, rushing toward the pearl with an almost sentient hunger. The moment they touched it, something extraordinary happened. The runes didn’t just bind themselves to the pearl—they danced. They spun and whirled around the pearl as if they were children playing around a campfire, reveling in the freedom of the night. The runes pulsed with energy, their glow flickering like starlight in the depths of a void, casting shadows that moved with a life of their own. It was a sight so mesmerizing, so otherworldly, that even Lady Death, the embodiment of endings, paused to admire it, her hollow eyes narrowing in awe.

"This power…" she muttered, her voice low, almost reverent. "Those who bear shadow runes have always held world-shaking capabilities."

She was right. The runes carried the weight of history. Solomon had once wielded them to grant negative magic to the known world. Lilith, with her runes, had sown chaos, sparking wars among the royal demon families. And others—creators, destroyers—had shaped entire realities with these runes.

Lenny understood this as he stared at the pearl, now encased in the swirling dance of shadow runes. The pearl, he could tell, was no ordinary object. It was made from the very grinding of cosmic laws, laws woven together by the power of shadow runes over millennia. It was a masterpiece of destruction and creation, balanced on the edge of annihilation.

He could feel the weight of the cosmos pressing on his mind, but he had grown in power. His body was stronger, yes, but his mind—his mind had become something sharper, faster than any machine. Wisdom, intelligence, and a deep understanding of the universe filled him like never before. He had reached the True End, a state that granted him enlightenment beyond mortal comprehension. And now, standing on the precipice of the unknown, he knew he could unravel the runes and laws that bound this pearl.

His focus narrowed as he delved deeper into the core of the pearl. His consciousness tunneled through the intricate web of runes, laws, and arcane energies like a traveler desperately searching for water in a barren desert. And then, he found it—the core, the heart of the pearl. It was a point of infinite complexity, but Lenny’s mind latched onto it without hesitation.

His goal wasn’t to destroy the pearl or unleash its power. No, he wanted to change it. To bend it to his will. To convert it into something new, something that could serve him in the battle ahead.

As he worked, the pearl shook violently, reacting to his invasion. It resisted him, its aura spilling out in waves, crackling with a primal energy that even Lady Death struggled to contain. The private realm she had woven around them trembled under the weight of the pearl’s unleashed power.

"Shit," Lady Death cursed, her usual calm demeanor replaced by urgency. "Lenny, he knows I’m here. The Morningstar senses the disturbance. You need to hurry—I can’t hold him off for long."

Her voice was strained as the realm around them shook again, this time more violently. Lenny could feel it too—the presence of his father, Lucifer, waking within him. The Morningstar stirred, his golden angelic power rising like a tide, filling Lenny’s body with a heat that threatened to consume him.

And then, Lucifer’s voice slithered into the darkness like a venomous snake. "Death… and Solomon, do you dare?"

Lenny felt his father’s presence swell, his power pressing against the fragile barriers of the private realm. The realm cracked, splintering like glass under immense pressure.

"Shit!" Lady Death spat again. "He’s eating away at your soul, Lenny. You have to move faster. I can’t hold him for much longer."

*BOOM!*

A deafening explosion rocked the realm, sending shockwaves through the space around them. The cracks widened, spreading like a spider’s web as the Morningstar’s voice echoed across the void, smooth and menacing.

"Lenny, my son," Lucifer purred, his voice a blend of honey and poison. "You ungrateful little shit. I brought you into this world. Every victory, every triumph, was by my power and grace. Don’t you see what that means? It means you are mine. My toy. My slave. And I will do with you as I please."

His laughter boomed, shaking the very foundations of the realm. "I will consume every part of you, make myself whole again. And when I’m done, I’ll wipe out the little ’family’ you so dearly love."

Golden chains, shining with a malevolent glow, shot from the darkness, rushing toward Lenny’s soul. They wrapped around him, tightening with each passing second, crushing his essence. The pain was unbearable, like molten fire tearing through his very being. Lenny’s soul rank, once elevated to blue, crumbled, falling to yellow. His power was slipping away, stolen by his father’s will.

The Morningstar’s laughter grew louder, more sinister. "Give up, son. Your fight ends here."

Lenny’s soul fell again, the golden chains squeezing tighter. He was on the edge of oblivion, but through the crushing pain, he found resolve. He lifted his gaze to meet his father’s eyes—those beautiful, radiant eyes, filled with malice and decay.

But Lenny smiled.

"Watch out father, cause I, Lenny Tales, will be taking your head," he said, his voice filled with a calm certainty. "You will fall, like the star that you are, and it will be to the glory of my legacy."

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. "How will you do that, boy? I’ve taken everything from you—your system, your weapons, your power, your very soul. You are nothing but an empty vessel, challenging a god."

Lenny’s smile widened as he turned toward Lady Death. "It’s not me. It’s my wife."

Lucifer’s eyes flared in realization, but it was too late.

"NOW!" Lenny shouted.

Lady Death moved with blinding speed, her skeletal hand gripping the pearl that had somehow found its way into her grasp. With one swift motion, she smashed it.

*BOOM!*

The explosion was cataclysmic, tearing through the realm like a supernova. The force was so immense that it ripped a wound into Purgatory itself, displacing legions of angels. Many were obliterated in the blast, their ethereal forms scattered into the void.

Back on Earth, Naamah and the others felt the shockwave.

"Shit!" Naamah gasped, her senses going into overdrive. "RUN!"

A hellbeast burst from the ground, and Naamah leapt into its gaping maw as it opened a portal to escape. Lamastu, too, vanished in an instant.

And then, from the depths of Purgatory, a scream echoed.

"LENNY!!!" The Morningstar’s voice howled in rage as Purgatory cracked and shattered, exploding into oblivion.