Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1221: Make Sand Cry

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The weight of the oath hit Enel like a crashing wave. His head throbbed, a heaviness settling over him, yet amidst the discomfort, he felt a newfound connection to Victor and the pack. It was unlike anything he had experienced before—a tether, raw and primal, linking him to the other werewolves in the immediate area.

Their presence was tangible, as though his senses had grown new limbs, reaching out and brushing against their minds and emotions.

He could feel their desires, their instincts, and even their loyalty to Victor. It was overwhelming yet oddly comforting, like slipping into a warm current in an icy sea. But then, there was Victor.

Victor’s power stood apart, vast and unfathomable. Unlike the others, whose thoughts and emotions swayed faintly in Enel’s new sensory field, Victor’s mind was an unyielding fortress. Enel could sense the enormity of his power, a force that dwarfed the others, but Victor’s thoughts, his will, were entirely out of reach. There was no sway, no whisper of influence pulling at Enel, only the undeniable gravity of a leader whose strength commanded respect.

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This distinction made Victor different. It set him above the pack in a way that was both unnerving and awe-inspiring.

Victor waved his hand suddenly, and the flickering light in the room surged, becoming brighter and steady. He regarded Enel with an expression of measured curiosity. "Fine," he said. "You have my attention. Show me what you can do."

Enel smiled, his confidence unshaken. "I’ll need one thing to start," he said. "A prisoner. The Fallen Angel—Therion. The one Tomato left in a heap."

Victor raised a brow, a faint glimmer of intrigue crossing his expression. Without another word, he nodded and turned toward the door. Enel followed closely, the weight of the oath still settling into his head. It made him a bit drowsy. But it was not too much of a problem.

The halls they walked through were utilitarian but formidable, designed for function over form. The walls were fortified with stone and reinforced steel, etched with glowing runes that pulsed faintly with protective energy. This wasn’t just a pack’s lair—it was a military stronghold.

Enel’s sharp eyes caught sight of soldiers stationed at strategic points, some in human form and armed to the teeth, others in their wolf forms, prowling silently with predatory grace. The equipment was modern and well-maintained—advanced weapons mingled with enchanted gear.

At every turn, the strength of the Giant Shadow Werewolf pack was evident. This was a well-oiled machine, prepared for war and fortified against any threat. Enel couldn’t help but feel a grudging respect. Victor tool security personal.

They arrived at a large chamber where several werewolves had gathered. Among them stood a towering figure whose presence demanded attention. He wore a distinct set of armor adorned with badges and insignias, marking him as someone of significant rank. His muscular frame was marred by two long scars that ran diagonally across his face, lending him an air of intimidation.

His jet-black hair was slicked back, and his piercing eyes scrutinized Enel with disdain. When Victor entered, the man snapped to attention and saluted, his respect for his leader absolute.

"Commander Kael," Victor greeted, his tone firm yet casual.

Kael nodded in acknowledgment. "Lord Alpha Victor," he replied, his voice deep and commanding. His eyes briefly flicked to Enel, and the disgust was evident in his expression. "And…this is the one you’ve brought into the fold?"

Victor didn’t miss a beat. "This is Enel. The son, Allison sired with the Elven adopted prince. He’s here to prove himself."

Kael’s lips curled in a faint sneer, though he quickly masked it. His reputation preceded him—Kael was the pack’s most formidable interrogator and a veteran of countless battles. Stories of his brutal efficiency were well-known among the werewolves. He was a man who valued strength and loyalty above all else, and Enel’s presence clearly grated on him.

"Indeed... He has a lot to prove," Kael muttered under his breath, loud enough for Enel to hear.

Enel smirked but said nothing, his attitude unshaken by the commander’s disdain.

Through a one-way, see-through glass, the prisoner was in plain view.

On the other side of the glass was a grim scene: Therion, the Fallen Angel, was pinned to the ground with four glowing rods that impaled his wings. The rods radiated an eerie demonic energy, ensuring he couldn’t move.

The room housing Therion was lined with glowing runes, their light pulsating in rhythm, acting as seals that kept him restrained. Several werewolves surrounded him, some growling lowly while others barked questions at him. Therion’s once-pristine form was battered and bruised, his once-radiant four wings now dull and lifeless.

Kael glanced at the scene and then back at Victor. "He’s not talking," the commander said. "Not yet. But he will. They always do."

"And for how long has the torture progressed?" Victor turned to him.

"In our time a few hours, but the room itself is a semi plane, and time moves differently there. For the angel, about four months." The commander spoke with a bit of disappointment on his side. After all, it meant that he had been torturing a prisoner for four months without results.

Then again, Enel expected this much. Fallen angels came in different sizes but were a very patient resilient bunch.

Uriel that had taught Enel a lot had survived torture of a royal demon family for hundreds of years.

No doubt, this one was going to be different.

Victor folded his arms, watching the scene with a calculating gaze. And then he turned to Enel.

"Let’s see what Enel can do with him."

Kael looked at Enel. He was unimpressed.

He coukd not help but chuckle loudly. "My lord Alpha, you can’t certainly think that a bustard child from those flowery high elves can do something even I could not. I mean... look at him. He is still very wet behind the ears. What in the world coukd such a brat possibly know about extracting information. I suggest he goes back yo suck milk from Allison’s tits."

The soldiers around bursted into laughter, but tried to hide it as hard as possible.

However all of them had the same look in their eyes looking at Enel.

After all, as far as they were concerned, this was but a child.

Victor’s expression changed, and commander kael swallowdd hard as he waved his hand for Victor’s will to be done.

"As you wish, Alpha."

Enel’s eyes glimmered with interest as he studied Therion through the glass.

He did not even mind the laughter.

The faint flicker of his smile hinted at a plan already forming in his mind.... After all, the goal was torture. And Enel or rather Lenny could even make Sand cry...