Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1178: Lenny’s Grandson is Desperate

After the conversation with the Queen, Enel returned to his chamber. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of ancient elven magic that lingered in the air, woven into the walls themselves. Enel sat down, his mind turning over the weight of the Queen’s words. She had only three years to live—three years until the Star Crowning ceremony, when she would also choose her successor. And she had revealed that he, Enel, was under consideration for that very position.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. To be chosen as the next ruler of the high elves was no small matter to these people.

But what truly captured his thoughts was the revelation about the mysterious vial the Queen had poured into Lady Vinegar’s mouth.

She had explained that the vial came from a legendary source—the Vessel of Aeterna, a holy tool of immense power. It was said to be everlasting, endlessly producing the purest elixir known to the elves, a Holy Tool belonging to an entity from the rainbow Bridge ’not named’.

The Queen had used this elixir to sustain Lady Vinegar, mixing it with the waters from the None Zone to create the Eternal Pool. It was this blend of ancient life-giving forces that fueled the high elves’ strength, their near-immortal health, and even the creation of their artificial sun that shone over their hidden lands.

Enel had learned much in that conversation. The Vessel of Aeterna was beyond precious; it was capable of healing any wound, restoring any life, but even the high elves, with their thousands of years of wisdom, could not fully harness its potential.

And that was why even though they could use it to maintain lady Vinegar’s life, they could not truly erase the laws that wreck her body.

They only truly knew to use it for the Eternal Pool and their sun, but there was so much more to uncover.

This was it. This was the power Enel desired—the missing piece for his ambitions. A power source beyond comprehension, capable of jump-starting his grand designs. If he could access the Vessel of Aeterna, he could began using his system.

But to do that, he would need to become king. This was the catch. YES, the Queen had not let him see such secrets for free.

It was practically bait.

’I know you are looking for treasure. Take responsibility of my people and have this one.’

The thought caused him to tense. As things stood, the high elven council would never allow it. They were old, proud, and most of all, suspicious of him.

He had no true elven blood running through his veins, and despite the Queen’s favor, his enemies would oppose him at every turn.

Enel leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes for a moment, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

Becoming king was not just a political struggle—it was a war, one he would have to fight from within the very heart of elven society.

And yet, the temptation of that power, the sheer possibility of what he could achieve with the Vessel of Aeterna at his disposal, burned in his mind.

He would find a way.

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For the next three years, Enel’s life became a battlefield—not on open plains with swords and spells, but through the quiet, treacherous corridors of the high elven court.

His step-siblings, led by Nate, the eldest, launched endless schemes to bring him down. Whether through poison slipped into his meals, arranged hunts for dangerous magical beasts, or more direct confrontations, they aimed to see him either dead or disgraced.

Their mothers, too, backed these plots, along with certain council members who saw Enel as an outsider, a threat to their elven bloodlines.

But each time, Enel thwarted their plans with calculated precision. His mastery of runes and magic, combined with his sharp mind, allowed him to see through their deceptions and set traps of his own.

Firstly, there was the poisoned feast during Luca’s birthday.

In the evening, during a grand banquet held in honor of their father,, Nate’s mother arranged for Enel’s food to be laced with a subtle but deadly toxin.

The poison was a rare blend derived from an underworld herb that would induce slow paralysis, eventually leading to death.

Rumors had it that it was tasteless like water, and nearly odourless like air.

In fact that was the way scholar’s detected this poison.

As Enel sat at the table, he noticed something off. His runes, which he had long discreetly embedded into his skin, reacted to the presence of something malicious in the air.

Enel had used runes because he knew that with magical strength, he was mostly lacking.

But with runes one only needed the comprehension of them. And Enel could even mess with laws.

After he found out, he knew that eating the meal would be his end. Without missing a beat, he continued to smile, cutting the poisoned meat and bringing it to his mouth.

But instead of swallowing, he used a minor rune of transference. The poison was absorbed into the rune, leaving his body unharmed. No one noticed the faint glow under his sleeve as he casually continued to eat. Nate and his mother exchanged glances, their anticipation turning to frustration when Enel didn’t collapse as expected days later.

But even amongst the trouble Endl had a surprising ally.

Later that night, Lana, the youngest of his step-siblings, snuck into his chambers. She whispered to him, "They thought you’d be dead by morning of the next week. You are supposed to die." Enel only nodded, his expression calm, though deep down, the knowledge that his family would go so far filled him with cold resolve. Then again such was his family bloodline. At this point, he was of the belief that it was a curse to hurt one another.

Another time, during a royal hunt for magical beasts, Enel was deliberately led into a dangerous trap. Nate, along with a few of his brothers and council members, directed Enel toward a region infested with Razorclaws—feral creatures with razor-sharp talons and impenetrable hides. They knew even seasoned warriors fell before these beasts, and they hoped Enel would not return alive.

As the creatures descended upon him, Enel fought valiantly but soon found himself overwhelmed. Razorclaws could tear through flesh and armor with ease, and his magic alone wasn’t enough to fend them off.

But he had anticipated this. Summoning every ounce of his strength, he activated a hidden rune he had inscribed on the back of his neck. The rune absorbed the energy from the surrounding beasts, converting it into a powerful pulse of magic that threw them off him. Bloodied and weak, he managed to escape the jaws of death, disappearing into the shadows of the forest.

When Nate and the others returned to the palace and found Enel standing there alive, well, and enjoying a cold beverage, they could only mask their disappointment.

Lana, always watching from the sidelines, acted as his spy in their midst.

For why this girl found favor with him, he did not know, but he was one to reward allies in kind.

Publicly, Enel’s siblings ridiculed him constantly. Nate, especially, took every opportunity to mock him for his lack of pure elven blood.

And then it happened when the Elven queen sent an announcement stating that three candidates of the royal family had been considered for the throne.

Of course, Enel was one of them. At this official council gathering, Nate loudly declared, "How can someone like him be considered for the throne? He’s barely even one of us! Not an ounce of elven grace in his veins."

To this, Enel remained impassive, his face stoic, never giving them the satisfaction of seeing him react. This drove them to escalate their taunts. Nate eventually challenged him to a duel, hoping to humiliate Enel before the court. And this was regardless of their age difference.

Then again, their demon blood ensured that even Enel grew up fast, and now, he already looked like a young teenager.

This duel was not just for honor—it was designed to push Enel into a corner, where Nate could "accidentally" kill him in front of witnesses.

After all, even though they knew he was gufted in magic, he could not possibly be Gifted in combat, especially with those that had more Experience in the world than him.

The Queen had found humor in the the anticipation of their reasoning and decided to allow it.

In the courtyard, the duel began. Nate attacked fiercely, his moves swift and practiced. But Enel was not a stranger to combat.

He parried and dodged, his calm demeanor unsettling his opponent. At one point, Nate’s blade grazed Enel’s cheek, drawing blood. The court gasped, expecting Enel to falter, to show weakness.

But he didn’t. Instead, he stood tall, wiped the blood from his face, and stared back at Nate with cold, calculating eyes.

The duel ended in a draw, but the message was clear: Enel would not be easily broken.

Of course, the results of the match were directed intentionally by Enel. He did not win intentionally.

Instead, he gave nate hope that he could try at his life a little harder next time.

And naturally, nate, pushed to the edge became desperate, and this was when it happened. This was when he seeked Eternal help. Help from the royal demons....