Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1256: Her Visit

The announcement shook the cosmos like a deafening clap of thunder.

Every living soul, from the highest celestial to the lowliest creature crawling in the shadows, felt the weight of Lucifer’s declaration. The proclamation reverberated through the very essence of existence, leaving no corner untouched.

In the command room of the city, Enel stood still, his eyes narrowing as the echoes faded.

His expression remained composed, but his hand clenched into a fist so tightly that his nails pierced his palm. A faint trickle of blood slid down his fingers, leaving small crimson stains on the floor beneath him.

Far from him, Allison walked the corridors, her thoughts distant until something stopped her mid-stride. A faint whisper brushed past her ear, soft and teasing. It was unlike Lucifer’s voice from before—gentler, playful, like faint laughter carried on a breeze. She paused, looking around, her heart racing.

Before she could react, a shadow darted toward her, swift and silent, enveloping her completely. A chill ran through her body as the darkness seeped in, merging with her essence. When she turned, her steps were no longer her own. She moved with purpose, her stride commanding as she made her way back to the command room.

Enel stood at the platform, his back to the entrance, still simmering with the frustration that the announcement had left in its wake. Hearing the door open, he sighed. "I said I didn’t want to be disturbed," he growled, his voice low and edged with impatience.

A voice answered him, soft yet resonant, layered with a haunting, seductive echo. "Even me?"

His body froze. Slowly, he turned, and his eyes fell on Allison—yet it was not just Allison who stood before him. She leaned casually against a polished pillar, her posture languid and alluring. Her eyes, however, were pools of endless darkness, voids that seemed to devour the light around them. Shadowy tendrils writhed and coiled like living things around her, giving her an unearthly, imposing presence.

"...Lady Dea—" Enel said, his voice barely above a whisper, but before he could fully utter the name, her finger pressed gently against his lips, silencing him.

"Shh, my beloved," she cooed, her voice tinged with affection and amusement. Her fingers traced along his jawline, her touch featherlight. "Is this any way to greet your betrothed? After all this time, I thought you’d be... happier to see me."

Enel’s gaze wavered. His emotions churned beneath the surface, but he pulled away from her touch, his jaw tightening. Turning back to the platform, he stared at the map of the cosmos, now dimmed by the weight of his thoughts.

"Lucifer has claimed Purgatory," he said bitterly, his voice heavy with frustration. "I can feel his power growing. With the Plane’s blessing secured, he will only hunt for more." His hands gripped the edge of the platform, his knuckles whitening. "And yet here I am—playing house with a pack of insufferable pups while he prepares to tear all existence apart."

With a sharp motion, he slammed his fist against the platform, the force sending a metallic echo through the room. Dust rained lightly from the ceiling above as his anger simmered.

Lady Death giggled softly at Enel’s outburst, her laughter like the chime of midnight bells—haunting yet alluring. She tilted her head, the shadows around her swirling as if they shared in her amusement. "Oh, my love," she teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You think it’s all about who makes the first move, don’t you? Such impatience."

Her lips curved into a sly smile as she leaned in closer, her breath brushing against his ear. "But it’s not about who scores the first point," she whispered, her tone both soothing and provocative, "it’s about who scores the most."

Enel glanced at her, his dark eyes searching hers—or the void that replaced them. Her gaze, dark as eternity, was unreadable yet intoxicating. Her confidence, her calmness in the face of his turmoil, only seemed to add to his frustration.

"And how can you be so sure of that?" he asked, his voice low, skeptical.

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She straightened, her fingers gently lifting his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze fully. Her smile softened, a flicker of genuine affection shining through her otherwise enigmatic demeanor. "Because," she said simply, her tone firm yet intimate, "you’re my man."

For a moment, Enel’s resolve wavered. Her words sank into him, touching the parts of his pride and spirit that even his anger couldn’t shield. But then he shook his head stubbornly, his jaw tightening once again. "That doesn’t mean anything," he said, though his voice lacked conviction.

Lady Death chuckled again, the sound rich and knowing. She stepped closer, her hand trailing from his chin down to his chest. "Oh, my king," she murmured, "your time will come. But you’ll never see it if your mind is clouded with frustration." She tapped a finger lightly against his temple. "Clear your head, my love. Or the moment will slip through your fingers, like grains of sand on a windblown beach."

Before he could respond, she grabbed his arm with deliberate force. Her touch sent a jolt through him—not of fear, but of undeniable desire. With a slow, deliberate motion, she guided his hand down her body, her dark eyes never leaving his face.

Her fingers led his, slipping them between her thighs. The heat of her body was unmistakable, pulling him into her orbit like gravity. She leaned in, her lips hovering just above his. Her voice, low and sultry, broke the silence. "Now... forget the Morningstar. Focus on this moment, Lenny."

Her lips brushed against his, a soft, lingering touch that quickly deepened. The kiss began slow, exploratory, but soon grew more fervent, more consuming. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her body pressed against his, the shadows around her curling possessively.

Enel, despite himself, allowed the moment to take him, his frustrations melting into the intensity of the kiss. His hands found their way to her hips, pulling her closer as the tension between them surged like a tempest threatening to break free...

(Author’s note: Dont even ask me why he is making out with his mom, who is also Death and his mate. Screw that. you all asked for it anyway)