Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1386: The King Gifts his Own.

Father Black said nothing.

For several long seconds, his mind simply... stalled.

The King of Hell.

Hell was not some common battlefield or lower realm. Every universal scholar worth their ink knew the truth—or at least feared it.

Hell was an anchor.

A metaphysical counterweight to existence itself. The inverse pillar that balanced creation. Not merely a plane, but a conceptual engine that kept the universe from collapsing inward.

Heaven ruled order.

Reality ruled form.

But Hell ruled consequence.

Even Lucifer—Morningstar, rebel, tyrant—had never truly been its king.

He had searched.

For eons.

Scouring layer after layer, throne after throne, devouring his own demonic hierarchies, enslaving the primordial demon horrors—yet the Heart of Hell had always eluded him.

Some said if Lucifer couldn’t find it, then no one could.

Others claimed Hell didn’t even possess a core—that it was infinite, paradoxical, a primary plane that both existed and did not.

But Hell was not like the others.

Its coronation alone could fold the universe.

And Lenny—

Lenny had taken it.

In secret.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Father Black’s hands trembled, but not with fear. It was with awe.

The kind of power now resting at his king’s disposal was beyond anything he had ever studied, calculated, or even dared to imagine.

Then—

He laughed.

A deep, booming laugh that echoed through the office.

Relief crashed over him like a wave.

"Ha... hahaha... HAHAHA!"

He wiped at his eyes, still chuckling.

"Lucifer?" he scoffed.

"Michael? Heaven? Fallen angels?"

He shook his head.

"Worthless. Every last one of them."

But the orb pulsed again.

Lenny’s voice cut through the mirth.

"I need more time, old man."

Father Black sobered instantly.

His grin faded—not from fear, but focus.

His mind, sharpened by centuries of cosmic study, snapped into motion.

"You’re not done absorbing Hell’s core," he said slowly.

"Am I right?"

A tired groan echoed from the orb.

"...As sharp as ever."

Lenny continued, voice heavy.

"If I’m to face all of them—Heaven, Fallen, I need more time."

A pause.

"Can you buy me that?"

Father Black leaned back, confidence settling into his bones. His fingers tapped the table in a certain rhythm.

As if cooking up something.

He chuckled once more—low, assured.

"Of course," he said. "I’ll figure something out."

Then, calmly, "How long do you need?"

The orb dimmed, then flared faintly.

"Long enough."

Father Black’s grin returned—slow and dangerous.

"Then long enough you shall have."

Lenny spoke again.

"The Satan System... Lucifer has corrupted it. That’s why I didn’t contact you through it."

A faint ripple passed through the orb.

"I’m sending something better now. A new system. Instructions."

And then—

"A gift," Lenny added softly. "For someone who’s been ever faithful to me."

Father Black suddenly gasped.

The new family sigil burned against his skin—not painfully, but decisively.

A pulse surged through him, sharp and absolute.

Then—

The world vanished.

Runes flooded his vision.

These were not symbols carved in stone or written in books, but living equations—folding, unfolding, rewriting themselves faster than thought. Laws of causality inverted. Tactical frameworks layered over cosmic probability. Contracts within contracts. Conditions, loopholes, fail-safes.

He was not reading the information.

He was being rewritten to understand it.

Shadow runes to be precise.

For a brief moment, Father Black stood outside of time, watching futures branch and collapse, watching Heaven, Hell, the Earths endure.

Then—

It stopped.

The office returned.

Father Black inhaled sharply.

His eyes shone—clear, bright, dangerous.

"...I see it now," he murmured.

The orb pulsed again.

Lenny’s voice followed, calm, assured.

"Athena will give you the necessary items I prepared."

Athena turnef to father Black. He nodded in understanding, waving a hand and the private runes in the room dimmed.

These were the runes that ensured no one could enter or interrupt with this space. They also ensured no one could listen on conversations.

That was why Athena was bold enough to just bring out the hell beast’s eye.

Athena lifted one hand.

Space folded.

A portal tore open in the room, not violently, but like reality politely stepping aside.

Three figures stepped through.

These were Cup-bearer devils.

Tall, robed beings with blue-black skin etched in infernal sigils. Their eyes glowed faintly gold, and their horns curved back like ceremonial crowns. Each of them carried a massive chest between two arms.

The chests moved.

They breathed.

Veins pulsed beneath living metal, locks clicking and unclicking as if testing their surroundings.

Father Black’s lips twitched. "Couldn’t you have sent them in something normal?" He complained, but that bright happy smile never left his face.

Lenny continued.

"Everything you need is in those boxes. Weapons. Contracts. Keys. Seeds. And I threw in a little something, congratulations on your wedding."

"Ohh, you heard about that?" Father Black chuckled lightly. "I really would have loved if you were there."

"But i was."

The old man’s eyes looked puzzled.

Lenny gave a dry chuckle, "its a bit complicated. But let’s just say i have been here all along. From the beginning."

To this, lenny was not lying. From before tge old man’s birth, Lenny had watched him.

Even the times he would have died long before the Eighth earth had its apocalypse, Lenny had been there.

The times he was a naval seal and bullets flew about in the war front, Lenny had also been there.

He had also been there for each and every family member if his.

Not with his original body of course, but he had not missed a moment in the lives of his family members.

Ensuring that he had as little as possible foot print in the world. After all, things must proceed in a certain manner for time not to collapse on itself.

But of course, he did not say any of this.

A pause.

"If you need more... more will arrive." The orb’s light began to dim.

But before it could go silent, Athena stepped forward.

"Wait," she said.

"I have a question."

There was a brief stillness.

Then Lenny replied, gently,

"Go on."