Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1247: A New World

Enel exhaled deeply, and with a flick of his wrist, the air before him shimmered. A dark crimson interface materialized, covered in glyphs and symbols that seemed to writhe like living creatures.

This was the **Satan System**, a construct of unimaginable power that had once been his greatest weapon—and now, his greatest frustration.

He glanced at the glowing screen. "Come on, old friend," he muttered, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Let’s see if you’re still as *useful* as you used to be."

The system hummed, its surface pulsating with energy. Lines of text scrolled across, displaying data from across the cosmos.

Enel rubbed his chin thoughtfully, weighing his options. He had already analyzed his strengths and weaknesses—his body was a weapon, yet fragile in unexpected ways. He needed growth, raw power to fuel his ascent. But not just any power. It had to be rapid, it had to be ruthless, and most importantly, it had to be enough to keep Lucifer in check.

His Deep dark eyes scanned the data, but he already knew the answer to his first question: *Where could he grow?*

"Imperilment," he mused aloud, the name tasting bitter on his tongue. It was once a place of chaos, a plane where the strong devoured the weak, and power grew like weeds in the cracks of ruin. A perfect crucible for a creature like him. But then his lip curled into a sneer. "Destroyed..." he suddenly remembered. "Figures. Morningstar never leaves anything standing that might be useful to anyone else."

He waved a hand dismissively, the system interface shifting in response. It now displayed a map of the multiverse, with various realms and planes highlighted. Enel’s eyes narrowed as he considered his next move.

"Lucifer," he growled, venom dripping from his voice. "Your plan’s as obvious as your damn smirk."

He leaned closer to the interface, tracing a finger along the glowing paths that marked Lucifer’s likely conquests.

"Step one," he said, his voice mocking, "make yourself a king of purgatory. Use the treasures you’ve hoarded to squeeze a blessing out of the primary plane. Then what? Collect a few more primary planes, juice them for power, and head straight for the primordial demons? You’re nothing if not predictable, Morningstar." Though he said this, the reason he this much was because had once been inside Lucifer’s head.

He smirked coldly, his eyes flickering with malice. "And after the primordial demons, you’ll set your sights on darkness herself, the Nether realm, Consume her, and then you’ll finally go for the grand prize, won’t you? The Creator."

Enel’s laughter echoed in the chamber, low and sharp. "You always did aim high, Morningstar. But even you don’t see the irony. You want to be the god of a broken world? Go ahead, paint the cosmos with your ego. All it’ll do is burn."

Did Enel care about the chaos Lucifer would unleash? Not at all. The world had been a cesspool of suffering long before he was born, and it would continue to rot long after he was gone.

But vengeance? That was personal.

"For stabbing me in the back, Morningstar…" Enel’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper, "…I’ll carve out your spine and wear it as a crown."

He turned back to the system, waving his hand to bring up more data. He needed leverage, something—or someone—that could challenge or at least temporarily hold Lucifer.

That’s when he remembered the legends.

"Michael," he muttered, the name heavy with significance. Archangel Michael, the only being in history to have defeated Lucifer in battle.

The system’s display shifted again as Enel searched for any trace of Heaven’s location. His fingers flew through the air, manipulating the interface with practiced precision. But the screen flashed red, displaying a single line of text:

**Error: No data available.**

He froze, his jaw tightening. "No data?" he repeated, his voice dripping with frustration. "The one place the system can’t reach. Of course. Heaven would be off-limits, wouldn’t it?"

He leaned back, running a hand through his hair. "Figures. The one guy who can put Morningstar on his ass, and I can’t even find the front door to his house."

Still, Enel wasn’t entirely surprised. Heaven wasn’t like Hell or Purgatory—it was a realm of pure sanctity, guarded by laws and forces that even the Satan System couldn’t breach.

He chuckled bitterly, shaking his head. "Of course, I’m not getting in there by the front gate. I’m not exactly on their VIP list."

He stared at the interface, his mind racing. If Heaven was locked to him, then he needed another way. A loophole, a crack in their perfect walls.

"Michael," he said again, this time with determination. "I’ll find you. Heaven’s doors be damned. If I can’t get to you, I’ll make you come to me."

The system hummed faintly, awaiting his next command. Enel smirked, his Dark eyes blazing.

"Lucifer wants to play god? Fine. But first, he’s going to lose. And I’ll make sure the fall hurts worse the second time."

The sound of a knock echoed through the chamber, interrupting Enel’s train of thought. He frowned, his gaze snapping to the door. *Perfect timing, as always.*

"Who is it?" he called out, irritation dripping from his voice.

"It’s me, Perseus," came the muffled reply. "It’s important. I really need to talk."

Enel sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine. Come in."

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The door creaked open, but before Perseus could even step inside, a blur of motion shot through the doorway.

"*Master!*"

Before he could react, Enel found himself tackled to the ground by Tomato, her immense size pinning him flat. She was significantly larger than him now since his rebirth, her weight bearing down like a runaway boulder.

"Oof!" Enel grunted, his face mashed against the cold floor by her huge breasts. "Tomato! Get off me, you overgrown furball!"

But Tomato wasn’t listening. She was too busy wagging her tail, her tongue hanging out as she licked his face in excitement.

"Seriously," Enel groaned, struggling to push her off, "this is *not* how you treat your master. You’re supposed to protect me, not crush me to death!"

Perseus stepped in, clearly trying to suppress a laugh. "You’re fine, Len... Enel. She’s just happy to see you. It’s been a while since she’s gotten proper attention."

Finally managing to shove Tomato off, Enel sat up, wiping his face with his sleeve. "Yeah, well, maybe she could show her love without breaking my ribs next time." He glared at, Tomato simply wagged her reptialian tail harder, looking far too pleased with herself.

"Alright, Perseus," Enel said, standing up and brushing himself off. "You said this was important. I’m assuming it’s not just about Tomato’s reunion tactics."

Perseus straightened, his tone growing serious. "It’s both good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"

Enel waved a hand dismissively. "Dealer’s choice. Surprise me."

Perseus nodded. "The good news is, we’ve found a plane close to us. One that could be useful for a base... And I mean resources and power."

Enel arched an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Sounds promising. And the bad news?"

Perseus hesitated, his gaze shifting slightly. "The bad news is... we’ve wandered too far into space. We’re in the territory of a royal demon family."

Enel’s golden eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "Royal demon family, huh? Which one?"

Perseus shrugged. "We’re not sure yet. The markings on the plane are faint, but there’s no doubt—it belongs to one of them."

"Wonderful," Enel muttered, sarcasm lacing his tone. He rubbed his temples, his mind already spinning with possibilities. "Of course, it couldn’t just be a nice, abandoned plane filled with goodies waiting for us to plunder. No, it has to come with strings attached. Classic."

Perseus shifted uncomfortably. "What do you want to do? Should we retreat?"

Enel laughed dryly, his voice dripping with defiance. "Retreat? Not a chance. If we’re already in their territory, we might as well take a look. Besides…" His smirk widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "…if they’re foolish enough to come after us, we could use the exercise."

Perseus nodded, remembering that Lenny was ever crazy, but he was interested in the aspect of exploring the plane though his expression was cautious. "Alright, but we’ll need a plan. If it’s one of the more powerful families—"