Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1208: Found The Big Boss Himself

Therion chuckled softly, his voice was a certain calm ripple amidst the chaos.

He tightened his grip on Enel’s neck, unfazed by Alison’s futile attempts. "You wolves are always so predictable," he said, his tone carrying an air of condescension. "So loud, so desperate, and so very... ineffective."

Alison snarled, her eyes blazing with fury. She launched herself at him again, her claws glowing faintly with magic as she struck repeatedly. Each swipe, however, passed through Therion as though he were an illusion.

Desperation and rage consumed her as she unleashed a flurry of attacks, mixing her natural strength with bursts of magical energy. After all Enel meant that much to her.

She could not lose him. He was not just her son, he was also her mate. She would rather give her life that to survive a world without him. Such was the fate one’s connection to their mate.

And so she struggled.

Yet none of it worked.

Therion finally sighed, his free hand flicking toward her dismissively.

A surge of force struck Allison like a tidal wave, sending her hurtling through the air. Her body collided with the arena wall with a sickening crunch, the impact shaking the ground. She slumped to the floor, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

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"Allison!" Enel shouted hoarsely, his voice breaking under Therion’s unyielding grip.

Therion didn’t even glance in her direction. Instead, he focused back on Enel, his golden eyes narrowing. "Now, where were we?" His grip tightened further, cutting off Enel’s air supply. The command law shimmered brighter as Therion resumed his extraction attempt.

To his surprise, Enel didn’t struggle. Instead, his lips curled into a sly, cunning smile, despite the veins bulging on his neck and the evident pain on his face.

Therion frowned at the sight. "Is your potential death that funny to you?" he sneered, his voice laced with irritation.

Through gritted teeth and labored breaths, Enel managed to choke out, "No...but that punch is."

The words barely left his mouth when Therion’s eyes darted to his side. A massive, crimson fist was hurtling toward him, its knuckles glowing with an ominous energy. The sheer force radiating from the punch distorted the air around it.

Therion smirked, his confidence unshaken. "Fools. Nothing can touch me—"

But the moment the punch connected, his smirk vanished.

The impact compressed against his face with such force that his head whipped backward before his entire body was launched across the arena. He smashed into a wall, the stone crumbling around him as dust and debris filled the air.

The arena fell silent for a moment, the shockwave from the punch leaving an eerie stillness in its wake

Enel fell to the ground with a thud, gasping and coughing as he struggled to fill his lungs with air. His vision blurred for a moment, but he forced himself to his feet, swaying slightly as he raised his gaze to the figure towering above him. His lips curled into a faint smile, his voice rough but still managing to sound impressed.

"I see you took your time," he rasped, staring at the massive figure before him.

Standing tall and exuding a dominating presence was none other than Tomato, the cast-off devil who had found a home within the infamous Lenny royal family.

Her red reptilian scales glimmered faintly in the dim light of the battlefield, her tail swaying with the fluidity of a predator, but what stood out most was the dangerous glint in her sharp, golden inverted eyes.

Tomato didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she reached down and grabbed Enel by his shoulders, lifting him off the ground like a doll. Her sheer size dwarfed him, and her grip was firm yet oddly gentle.

Leaning in close, she examined him, her expression unreadable.

Then, without warning, she yanked him forward, pressing her lips to his in a forceful kiss. Enel’s eyes widened in shock, and just as he began to push her away, he felt the sharp sting of her teeth biting into his bottom lip.

The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, and Tomato pulled back, a wicked smile spreading across her face as she savored the taste. Her tongue flicked over her lips like a satisfied predator.

"I finally found you..." she murmured, her voice trembling with an odd mix of excitement and relief. Her reptilian tail swished behind her like that of a joyous dog. "You look different... weaker, even, but it’s you, isn’t it? It’s—"

"Shhh." Enel quickly pressed a finger to her lips, cutting her off. "Hush now... that name carries more trouble than I can afford right now."

Tomato stilled, her expression softening as she nodded obediently, though her tail betrayed her excitement, wagging faster.

"Perseus is going to be so shocked..." she whispered, her grin widening. "I found the big boss himself."

Enel wiped the blood from his lips with a sigh, shaking his head. Despite the situation, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of relief. Seeing her alive, standing before him, was a joy he had never thought he’d experience again. Memories of the day he faced the Morningstar flashed through his mind, a time when he thought he’d lost her forever after the explosion of Purgatory.

But here she was, vibrant and as chaotic as ever.

The moment was short-lived as the sound of crumbling debris caught their attention. The dust from the earlier blast cleared, revealing Therion’s battered form. His jaw hung at an unnatural angle, cracked and displaced from the brutal punch.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Therion gripped his chin and forced his jaw back into place with a sickening crack.

His golden eyes burned with both fury and disbelief as he turned to face Tomato.

"A devil?" he muttered, his voice filled with confusion. "Impossible. Even devils shouldn’t be able to touch me."

Tomato stepped forward, her predatory grin never fading. "Oh, I’m not just any devil." Her tail coiled behind her, the motion hinting at her controlled but building rage. "I’m something... special."

Therion’s brows furrowed as he studied her, sensing the unsettling aura she exuded. It wasn’t just her size, muscular build or strength—there was something fundamentally wrong about her, something unnatural.

What he did not know was that Tomato was anything but ordinary. After all, she was the product of a failed experiment in a dungeon.

She could neither use nor touch magic. Buy rather, she was the bane of it. And Holy Power was no exception.

Tomato turned her gaze to Enel, her expression darkening. "How dare you touch...Le..." She paused, catching herself, before continuing in a low growl, "Enel. I am going to make you pay for that."

Her claws flexed, and the air around her seemed to grow heavy, charged with a primal energy that felt far removed from the magic Therion was accustomed to. For the first time in ages, the angel felt a twinge of uncertainty...