Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1173: About The Seven Forbidden Treasures

The Demon looked on a bit. "Huh!? Don’t tell me that even you have not heard of it. Since you will surely give me the others, I’ll give you a hint, "it concerns a certain High Elf nation that went into hiding hundreds of years ago... We are going to steal their Star."

Perseus raised a brow at this. But he still did not do anything about it. What he wanted was for the Great demon to continue talking, as he wanted more information from him, and just as he expected, the great demon, happy about catching Perseus, one that had become very infamous in the underworld, did not hesitate to spill all in his head.

"...To be more accurate, it is what powers it. You see, the High eleves were once hunted by the Royal demon families because they had a particular treasure. It was known as the Eternal spring. they were very strong, and were one of the few power houses in the underworld that were actually able to hold off the Royal demon families. Their city was great and prosperous.

However, with the combined assault of the royal demon families, there was no way that they were able to defend against the deadly might and there were defeated. Their Eternal spring was also taken. It is said that the Eternal spring was the origin words of creation. Others say that it was the first waters that the One Above All stepped on before he molded and created life as we know it.

So famed that all we truly know is that it is made up of Living Laws."

"If The Eternal Spring was taken all those hundred years ago, then why are you still after them. Also, where they not destroyed?" Perseus asked.

The Great Demon chuckled, "That is because they are not dead. Their city was destroyed, but they went into hiding. Our Lord and Master, Greed also known as Mammon the MINE, All-Lord Taker, and blesser of All-Receiving had figured out that they had not been destroyed. rather, they only gave up the Eternal spring so that they could be left alone. You see, the Eternal Spring was given, but there is a source. As source of it all. And that is the true Treasure.

Lord Greed knew this, but he did not want any of the Royal Primodial Demons to know, and so he kept shut about it. However, now, he has given his words to his prophets. He seeks the Origin of the Eternal spring.

He shall consume it and his power shall rise above all Others." The Demon laughed heartily. "But this is only the beginning. As you know, the other royal Demon families hunt for treasures. With the Source of the eternal Spring, we shall be able to hunt for the Forbidden Seven Treasures."

Perseus’s eyes brightened at this. The Forbidden Seven treasures were no joking matter.

Seven in number they were. Perseus had heard of them, or at least a few of them. One of them was Anguis, the Holy Tool of the morningstar.

Another was the Sword and scabbard of the Angel, Micheal the Vanquisher. Known as the Flame Of Death.

Yet another was the head of the dead Great King. King Solomon The Wise. The existence of this one had not truly been confirmed.

There were more, but Perseus did not want to think about them now.

Then again, this was incredible news to him. The Royal demon families were not just after the treasures that he was gathering on behalf of the Eighth earth, but there were also after the Seven Forbidden Treasures.

Regardless, he needed to get this particular treasure that belonged to the High Elves before the Royal Demon families or else, they would surely be consequences in the future.

And then It happened.

The thick stone wall of the castle suddenly crumbled inward, sending debris flying as a massive werewolf burst into the room. His fur was matted with blood, and his face was twisted in panic. He screamed, "Lord Perseus, there is trouble!"

Perseus frowned, his brow furrowing in irritation as he turned his head toward the werewolf. "Van, what are you doing? Can’t you see I’m gathering information from this demon?" His voice carried a tone of cold authority, as if the chaos around him meant nothing.

The great demon, wrapped in tendrils of vine and draped with jewels, was momentarily stunned by Perseus’ words. His grotesque form, made of writhing, living vines that gleamed with gold and silver, trembled as realization washed over him. what? The demon’s mind snapped back, and he suddenly became aware of the situation—he had been spilling secrets, telling Perseus everything, while under the delusion that he was in control.

"You—how dare you!" the demon snarled, his voice trembling with fury. He had not been in control at all. Perseus, the one bound in his grasp, had been using him all along.

In truth, Perseus had employed one of the Lenny’s old skills: INFULENCER.

A power inherited through the generations, born from the dark gifts granted to Lenny by the Satan System itself. It was a subtle skill, one that manipulated the mind, causing opponents to talk without realizing they were doing so. The great demon had fallen victim to it, unknowingly offering up all his secrets on a silver platter.

Anger swelled within the demon as he prepared to strike, vines tightening with lethal intent, but before he could attack, Van’s panicked voice rang out again. "Lord Perseus, they’re here! The fallen angels have come!"

In that instant, the air grew heavy, and three figures descended into the ruined castle. They were massive, their forms towering above both Perseus and the demon.

These were no ordinary demons, nor were they mere creatures of the underworld—these were fallen angels. Each one was draped in gleaming armor, their ethereal beauty terrifying in its perfection. Their skin was pale, with eyes glowing like molten gold, and their wings, vast and brilliant, stretched wide in all directions, shimmering with an eerie, otherworldly light. The wings were not black as one might expect, but bright white, contrasting their fallen nature with the heavenly glow that still clung to their forms.

On their chests, where their hearts should have been, they bore a dark, sinister mark—the inverted star mark of Lucifer. The symbol pulsed with dark energy, a reminder of the loyalty they had once sworn to Heaven’s most infamous outcast.

One of them, with raven-black hair cascading over his armor, pointed a sword toward Perseus. His voice was like thunder, deep and resonant. "You are outmatched, human and demon scum. Your struggle is futile."

Perseus smirked, unfazed by the terrifying spectacle before him. His eyes gleamed with a cold, calculating light. These were Lucifer’s angels—fallen from grace, powerful beyond measure—and yet, even now, he remained unmoved. Whatever fear they expected to see in him, they would find none.

Still bound by the demon’s vines, Perseus’ attention never wavered. He seemed almost amused by the sudden shift in the tide.

Perseus suddenly chuckled, the sound low and unsettling in the midst of the chaotic scene. He turned to the great demon, still bound in its writhing vines. "What do you say? Will you join me? We finish these three before we settle our score, and then... you tell me where that city of elves is?" His tone was light, but the gleam in his eyes made it clear that Perseus was still in control, even while tangled in the demon’s clutches.

The demon frowned at Perseus’ final words, its many vine-like appendages twitching with irritation. But despite the veiled threat, the demon recognized the greater danger in the fallen angels before them. Holy power was their bane, and the angels radiated it with every breath. It nodded slowly, agreeing to face the more pressing threat.

Without hesitation, the demon hurled Perseus at one of the fallen angels with a flick of its tendrils, flinging him like a projectile. But even as Perseus sailed through the air, he was already weaving his own attack. His hand shot forward, and green electricity crackled to life, twisting through the air in jagged arcs, aimed directly at the angel. The bolts hummed with darkline energy, a signature of the Lenny family’s power.

At the same time, the demon lashed out, its tendrils bursting with darkline magic. The air around it shimmered with black energy as the vines launched forward, ready to entangle and crush the heavenly warriors.

The fallen angels responded in kind, their brilliant wings glowing with intense light. They unleashed their holy power, their bodies becoming blinding as the light morphed into radiant weapons—swords, spears, and shields, all made from pure divine energy. One of the angels swung its blade, cleaving through the air toward Perseus, while another summoned a storm of holy spears that rained down upon the demon.

The clash was immediate and violent. Perseus’ green electricity crashed against the angel’s holy light, sparks flying as the two forces struggled for dominance. But it was the demon who suffered the most. The darkline magic it wielded was no match for the overwhelming purity of the angels’ holy power. Vines withered and snapped, disintegrating into ash as the angelic weapons tore through them. The demon howled in agony as its body began to unravel, consumed by the light.

Perseus, too, was struggling. The sheer brilliance of the angels’ power burned through his defenses, and he was forced back, the edges of his long coat singed by the radiant heat. One of the angels raised a spear, ready to impale him, and for a moment, it seemed as though Perseus was done for.

But then, just when the angel’s weapon was about to strike, Perseus chuckled once more. His eyes glinted with mischief as he muttered, "My darkline magic might not hurt you, but... what about holy power?"

He raised his hands to the sky, and in that moment, the clouds above churned with violent energy. Green lightning surged upward, merging with the storm clouds. The sky darkened, and then, with a deafening crack, the lightning came crashing down—only now, it was not the darkline magic of before. The bolts had transformed, glowing with a brilliant, almost blinding white light. The holy power now fused with his own darkline magic, creating a storm of destruction unlike anything seen before.

The electrified rain fell upon the angels, each droplet infused with a mix of holy and dark energy. The first angel caught in the downpour screamed as its form began to disintegrate. Its radiant wings flickered, and its body turned into glowing wisps of light, which slowly ascended toward the heavens before vanishing completely. The second angel reeled back, its armor cracking under the assault, while the third raised a barrier of light in desperation, trying to hold off the devastation.

But as the angels regrouped, their eyes blazing with fury, they realized something—Perseus and his werewolves were gone. The battlefield was left in shambles, with the holy rain still falling, sizzling as it struck the ground, but there was no sign of the man who had orchestrated this chaos.

The two surviving fallen angels glanced at each other, their expressions dark and brooding. They had underestimated Perseus, and now, one of their own was gone, reduced to nothing but a memory.

(Author’s note: A Very long chapter with Action packed scene... you are welcome.)