Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1167: Bonus Chapter [Hunger In The Void]

In the vast emptiness of space, where light and time dared not reach, there was a place that even the stars forgot—a realm outside of existence itself. Deep within this void, voices whispered. They slithered through the darkness, slipping through the cracks of nothingness, like a secret shared only between shadows. These were not just voices of any creatures—they belonged to the Primordial Demons.

Here, where silence was absolute, they hid. Even in this forsaken corner of the universe, they concealed themselves, not just from the world, but from each other.

The Demon of Greed, a mass of molten gold and obsidian, hunched over, clutching at his side where a deep wound festered. His form was swollen, grotesque, hoarding not just wealth but the very energy around him. His eyes glowed with a sickly yellow light, but they darted nervously, for he knew that his insatiable hunger had led him to ruin. He whispered in a low, hissing voice, "I feel him. He’s near."

The Demon of Lust, once resplendent in all things forbidden and seductive, now lay twisted, her form a sinuous amalgam of flesh and shadow. Her beauty was marred by a vicious scar that crossed her torso, a reminder of the battle she had barely survived. She curled in on herself, her once irresistible allure flickering like a dying flame. "I can feel the fire in my veins still," she murmured, her voice trembling, "but it burns colder now. Lucifer… he is indeed alive... we have been tricked."

Envy stood apart, his body a fractured mirror, reflecting only broken desires. His many eyes were restless, each one gazing at the others with suspicion. His hands trembled as he clutched his own shattered heart, split down the center from a blow he couldn’t remember. His voice was a rasp, barely more than a breath. "I see him, everywhere… in all of you. But more in me... if he is back, he’ll take what’s ours."

Sloth, a massive, lumbering figure of shadowy tendrils and smoke, floated listlessly. His form was riddled with holes, like a being who had forgotten how to hold himself together. His voice was slow, like a heavy, unbearable weight. "We… we should have stayed in the dark. Hidden. But… it’s too late… if only we had known if his plans back then. "

Wrath, a towering mass of fire and molten rock, still simmered with barely contained rage, but even his flames had dimmed. His chest bore a great scar, a wound that seemed to pulse with ancient power. He snarled, his voice a rumble like distant thunder. "He was supposed to be dead. We killed him. But I feel it… every second in me burns with his return."

And then, there was Destruction. She was a whirlwind of broken worlds and shattered dreams, her form a shifting storm of chaos. Her body was torn, pieces of her constantly falling away, only to be sucked back into the vortex of her being. Her voice was a cacophony of breaking glass and crumbling mountains, but there was a tremor of fear beneath the sound. "We are undone," she whispered, her many voices overlapping, "he is the end… and the beginning. I cannot… I want to... i want to so bad,.... i cannot... i cannot destroy what cannot be killed."

Each of them, these great and terrible demons, had once ruled in their own dominions, their powers unmatched, their desires insatiable. But now, they cowered in the void, hiding from the very things that defined them. Even as they whispered, their voices trembled with the knowledge that the Morningstar had returned.

"I thought we had escaped," Lust’s voice was a breath, her allure now nothing more than a shadow of what it once was.

Wrath growled, the sound barely hiding his fear, "He’s coming… for all of us."

They had fled here, to the farthest reaches of reality, to escape their fate and heal. But now, even in the void, they could not escape him. They could feel Lucifer Morningstar, the Lightbringer, the one they had once betrayed and tried to destroy, creeping back into existence. They could feel his power, surging through the darkness, growing with each passing moment. And they knew… he was coming for them.

And as they hid from each other, from their own weaknesses, they knew the truth.

Lucifer Morningstar had returned, and this time, there would be no escape.

In the void, the Primordial Demons huddled closer, their whispered fears filling the darkness. One by one, they spoke of escape, of how they could avoid the return of Lucifer Morningstar. Suggestions spilled forth like desperate prayers, each one more futile than the last.

"We could retreat further," murmured Lust, her voice sultry yet shaky. "There are realms beyond the void, places even he cannot follow."

"Hide," muttered Envy, his many eyes twitching, reflecting the broken fragments of their thoughts. "We’ll scatter, never to be found."

Sloth groaned, his heavy form barely moving. "We should… surrender… it’s useless to fight… he’ll destroy us… like before."

But then, a voice darker and deeper than the void itself spoke out—Greed. His form, a twisted figure draped in shadows, seemed to pulse with a sinister light as he stepped forward. His wounds had closed more than the others, for Greed had learned to feast on anything--even on sorrow itself. He spread his arms wide, his smile a twisted leer of cruel delight.

"Why should we run?" he asked, his voice sharp and cold like a knife against the skin of their fears. "Perhaps… perhaps this is our chance, a gift from the heavens themselves."

The others turned to look at him, suspicion in their eyes.

"What are you saying?" Lust asked, her face contorting in confusion.

The demon of Greed smile grew wider, darker. "He comes for us, yes. But isn’t that exactly what we’ve waited for? Isn’t that the moment we’ve craved all this time? Lucifer Morningstar, the Lightbringer… coming into our hands. Why flee from him when we can welcome him? With open arms, we can partake of him. His power, his flesh, his divinity—what better way to ascend to true godhood?"

A silence fell. For a moment, even the void seemed to still.

The others stared at him, disbelief rippling through their battered forms. Envy narrowed his many eyes. Lust’s lips curled in distaste. Sloth barely blinked, but even he shook his head. "Madness," he mumbled, "you… are mad."

But Wrath, who had been simmering in the background, snarled and slammed his fist into the nothingness, sending a ripple through the void. His molten form glowed brighter, his flames flaring in the pitch-black. "No," he growled, "he’s right."

They all turned to Wrath, their collective attention pulled by his sudden agreement.

"Think about it," Wrath continued, his voice like rumbling thunder. "Lucifer is powerful, but he’s not invincible. Not if we prepare. If we gather enough strength, if we heal, we could take him down. We could devour his power like we always planned. We’ve been weak too long. But if we stand together, we could rise above even him."

Greed smile stretched, dark satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "Exactly, brother. But we need power—more power than we’ve ever had. We must consume."

Lust sneered. "And how do you suggest we do that, Greed!? We’re fractured, broken. We can’t even heal ourselves."

Greed waved a shadowed hand dismissively. "Then we heal each other. Piece by piece. Wound by wound. We mend, but it won’t be enough. No, for this… for this we need more. We need to send word to our underlings, to our servants in creation. They must gather for us. They must bring us treasures, artifacts, the life force of the strongest beings. Only then can we rebuild, only then can we prepare for the Morningstar."

Sloth groaned again. "More work…"

But Envy’s eyes gleamed, his fractured form vibrating with jealousy. "If we gather enough… I’ll take his power. No one will be greater than me!"

Lust hesitated, but her hunger stirred at the thought of such power. "To consume the Lightbringer… it would make us gods, wouldn’t it? ... like we always wanted."

Greed nodded slowly. "It would. We’ve always been on the brink of it, haven’t we? But Lucifer… Lucifer is the key. We welcome him, we consume him, and we ascend beyond even the heavens."

Wrath’s flames flared in agreement, his molten eyes glowing with violent ambition. "Then it’s settled. We prepare. We send the orders. We gather what we need."

In the void, the Primordial Demons turned their fractured attention outward, beyond the darkness and into the world of time. They sent their whispers, their commands, to their servants and followers. Every demon under their sway would now have a single purpose: to gather the greatest treasures, the most powerful artifacts, and the strongest life forces the world could offer.

The demons would consume. They would heal. And when Lucifer Morningstar came for them, they would be ready—not to flee, but to feast.

And within the silence of the void, their dark plan took root. Each of them nursed their wounds, hiding still, but the hunger in their hearts grew. Their pain had turned to something else—an insidious hope.

Lucifer Morningstar was coming, but now, instead of fear, they began to taste something far more dangerous.

Anticipation.