Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1169: Who Is Enel!? 2

The sky above the city of the High Elves was clear, as it often was, with a faint glimmer of the artificial sun casting a warm glow over the grand structures below. Today, however, the eyes of many were not on the magnificence of the city but on the courtyard, where a challenge awaited.

The "Crow" was a bird of legend—mysterious, elusive, and said to be a spiritual guardian of the elven city. It soared across the skies, its feathers glistening with dark energy, almost imperceptible to the untrained eye. Many tried, but very few had ever succeeded in bringing down the bird with a single shot from the elven longbow. In the entire ancient history of the High Elves, only three people had ever hit the crow. One of them was Luca, Prince of the High Elves and Enel’s father.

Now, the impossible task had been placed before Enel, a boy of only three years. Even the suggestion that a child his age could raise the traditional elven longbow seemed absurd. The weapon was heavy, its weight a test for even a seasoned warrior. The arrows, long and elegant, were equally formidable. Rumors had already spread throughout the palace, and now maids, guards, and even some of the eldest council members had gathered to watch, their whispers filling the air.

"Do you think he’ll manage even to hold it?" one maid asked.

"Hardly. The bow is taller than him," another chuckled.

As Luca stood in the courtyard, Enel at his side, he gave the boy a glance that held both expectation and concern. "Three tries, Enel. No more."

Enel nodded, his expression unreadable, his eyes locked on the sky above. Two or three crows were visible in the distance, almost indistinguishable against the brightness of the artificial sun. They were so far away that even the finest archers would struggle to hit them. The crowd’s anticipation grew, as did their disbelief.

Enel reached for the long elven bow, his small hands gripping the finely carved wood. He lifted it, but the weight was too much, and he staggered under its burden. A few stifled laughs broke the tension, including from his older siblings.

"He can’t even lift the bow," one of them whispered, shaking his head in amusement.

"He’s just a child. He lacks common sense," another added with a smirk.

The arrow followed, heavy in Enel’s hands. As he struggled to balance it, it slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground. The laughter grew louder, and even Luca, watching his son, seemed uncertain. How could a three-year-old possibly hit the crow, so far away and so high in the sky?

Yet, despite the laughter, Enel remained calm. His eyes still fixed on the birds flying near the sun, he dropped the bow entirely. Confusion rippled through the onlookers.

"He’s not even using a bow now?" one of the elders murmured.

"Is he going to try and cast magic instead? But magic can’t reach that far!" someone else whispered.

Suddenly, without a word, Enel raised his hand, and the air around him began to hum with power. The laughter died instantly. A golden light emanated from Enel’s small form, and the holy power that flowed from his body began to twist and shape itself. In front of their eyes, the light solidified into a bow—an ethereal, radiant weapon that pulsed with pure, holy energy.

A collective gasp escaped the crowd. Even Luca, the great prince who had once struck the crow himself, stood frozen in disbelief. This was no ordinary magic. The creation of holy constructs, especially at such a young age, was unheard of. Luca had spent fifteen years mastering the art of shaping holy power, and yet here stood his three-year-old son, effortlessly forming a perfect weapon from pure energy.

But the astonishment didn’t end there. As the bow of holy light took form, something darker stirred in the air. From Enel’s other hand, a second power emerged—black, swirling negative energy, crackling with danger and intensity. It coalesced into an arrow of pure darkness, its presence a stark contrast to the glowing bow.

The crowd fell into stunned silence. Enel was double casting—wielding two opposing forces, holy and dark, with perfect control. The energies, which usually swallowed each other in chaotic clashes, were held in perfect equilibrium within his hands. The elders whispered in awe, unable to contain their shock.

"How is this possible?" one murmured, eyes wide with disbelief.

"He’s controlling them both… flawlessly," another added, shaking his head in wonder.

In the distance, the elven queen herself watched from a balcony. She said nothing, her eyes gleaming with pride, a smile playing on her lips as she observed the scene unfold.

With the bow of holy energy in one hand and the arrow of darkness in the other, Enel raised his arms and aimed high into the sky. The crows circled near the artificial sun, distant and barely visible to most, but Enel’s eyes remained locked on them.

Then, in one swift motion, he drew back the string of his radiant bow, the tension building as the dark arrow pulsed with energy. All eyes were on him, every breath held in suspense.

And then, Enel let the arrow fly.

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This would be the beginning of his legend. The beginning of the legend of a boy non knew was born twice.

A boy carrying the pain and hatred of love, and yet its condensation.

A boy who was once called the most beloved of the morningstar but sacrificed by the source of his love.

In his image, he would either rule or destroy, carving a destiny that would hurt any and every person that had sort to use him for their goals.

He would fill house of death with such plenty that her castle will overflow.

[Author’s note: please tell me you already know Enel is Lenny at this point. Cause if you dont, then you are a different flavor of dumb. Just saying... now, lets rock this volume.]