Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 754 Slowly Rising In The East

In waterfall city. The city once ruled by the Great demon Cuban, but now an empty caricature of its former glory, turned into a giant city of mechanical proportions with one rule in mind.

Of course, it was none other than the creation of babies.

Demon advancement in technology was one any civilization would envy and they perfected it daily, a tireless, relentless pursuit at perfection, all done with the aid of Darkline magic.

The mechanical city itself on this particular day gave off two things. One was the black bloody smoke in the air that came from its biggest furnace and the second was the screams of pain, cries from millions of infants.

Cuban sat on a throne at the edge of a high balcony. His eyes steadily watched the activities below as his fingers played a rhythm on the armrest.

Domani, his Reptilian looking wife stood at his side. Her demeanor was as striking a pose as ever.

She wore a striking red gown that complimented Cuban's red skin and her long thick tail traced from underneath her body to stroke his cheeks gently.

As if to calm his storms down.

eyes were ever calculating.

The new demons, twisted forms made by the baroness, were in charge of doing things in this city, and they moved with quick effectiveness.

Ordering the lesser demons as they saw fit to do and mold their binding.

The babies were led in from the nursery, thrown unto a table like one would a piece of meat. The table, a roller, would carry the crying children to the edge of the furnace and dump them in like refuse.

The cries of children in need of attention flooded the air. but no one paid attention to it.

For some demons, it was all practically music to their ears.

Every child thrown into the furnace would make the red flames and smoke bellow even more.

This process continued for a while some other demons poured certain materials like gold, silver and precious stones into the furnace.

Finally, the furnace gave a light blue color.

Once it did, Cuban raised a finger. Sensing the will of their master, all the demons paused.

Cuban observed the furnace for a while as the blue light glowed and became bigger and brighter.

The blue light that came from the furnace sent little sparks in the air like stars to the sky.

Cuban turned to demon, indicating that he threw one more child into the furnace.

The demon did as instructed.

And then, a low boom was heard as blue light went into the sky.

As it did, a blue stone floated into the sky.

Cuban gave a side smile.

Domani stepped forward.

She waved a hand in the air and the blue stone flew over, landing on her hand. Even though it had been in a blazing furnace, this blue stone was cool to the touch and gave off an overrall chilling feeling.

If one were to look closely at the stone, they would see that the silhouette of millions of souls, babies, seemed to be crying within.

She walked over to Cuban and presented the stone to him.

Cuban took it, bringing the stone to eye level and 6then nodded in satisfaction.

He suddenly opened a part of his armor, and then he dug his hand into his chest, tearing it open.

He reached within and dug out his heart. It was bloody and beat steadily with a constant rhythm. The veins and arteries were all still connected to it.

Domani looked at Cuban's heart, having her own thoughts in mind.

Cuban with a firm look, cut open a section of his heart. within was a beautiful sight of three Invitation stones the size of pearls.

Each one shone in a different color.

Domani's eyes remained fixed on these stones.

She knew how each stone had been acquired. One of them had been acquired from another primordial beast that had been in hiding. Cuban killed it, fed on its power and took the stone.

One had been stolen from a Witch in seclusion deep within the earth.

The last one was made in this baby factory, killing millions of freshly birthed half borns, and merging the blood and pained souls to generate it. Of course, the process had not been easy.

After all, Cuban had to steal the cosmic law authority that the previous existing stone had.

And now, the fourth stone joined the collection.

Cuban placed the Invitation with the others, and then he spoke in an old ancient tongue.

This was Bellysbable. The Origin language of the Royal families.

Instantly, some of his blood from his heart flooded the stones, and like threads, sew the stones together.

All of a sudden, a miracle occurred.

The invitation stones, now bind together started to transfer their essence between one another.

And soon, they slowly merged in a deep shinning white light.

The stones all merged together. They now had only one color. It was a dark Green. Within it swarm a faint image of the earth.

It looked as if it carried a world within itself.

it was very beautiful to look at.

"Are you sure it was a good thing to merge them now? We still have four more stones to go." Domani spoke up, "...and that will take us many more years, and many more souls from the half borns."

However, Cuban gave a side smile to her words. "There is no need for that. I know where the other four stones are. Besides, even if we want to recreate them, we cannot. They have already merged, their authorities solidified."

Domani raised a brow at those words. "He has them doesn't he? Lenny tales has them!"

Cuban nodded, "yes, he does, and he will be home soon!"

In Saying this, he placed the newly formed stone into his heart and back into his chest. Cuban stood up from his seat, as he addressed the crowd of hard working demons. "A stupid son is coming home soon, let's prepare a banquet for him!"

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Three days came and passed by in a flash. Within these three days, a lot of things had happened. Luca opened up his territory like never before to the outside world, and allowed the entry of both witches and Magis alike, those that did not want to succumb to the oppression set by the demon over lords.

To lenny's surprise, Jasper had been more capable than he had given her credit for.He got to find out that they had been an entire underground church of people dedicated to worshipping him. And when their god, had called them to arms, they raced over with their talents and capabilities.

The influx of witches and magi into Luca's territory brought a wave of change and hope that hadn't been felt in years. The streets of the territory, once quiet and cautious, buzzed with the energy of newfound purpose and defiance. Workshops and laboratories, long hidden in the shadows, now opened their doors, sharing knowledge and artifacts that had been safeguarded from the demons' prying eyes.

Lenny, observing this transformation, couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride and astonishment at Jasper's influence and the devotion of her followers. The underground church, which Jasper had nurtured in secret, emerged as a beacon of faith and resistance. Its members, once silent in their reverence, now vocalized their adoration and commitment to the cause Lenny represented.

This congregation of the faithful wasn't just a spiritual assembly; it was a powerful alliance of skilled individuals. Artisans who could craft weapons imbued with magical properties, healers with knowledge of ancient and powerful remedies, and strategists capable of outmaneuvering demon forces—all united under the banner of their revered deity, Lenny.

Their zeal was infectious, inspiring even the most skeptical of Luca's subjects to take up arms or lend their skills to the war effort.

Lenny watched as the territory's defenses were bolstered, not just with physical barriers and weapons, but with the collective will and determination of its people.

He saw in them a reflection of his own relentless spirit, a reminder of the battles he'd fought and the sacrifices he'd made.

Here, in this motley assembly of believers and fighters, Lenny found that humans have an unexpected source of strength and it provided a vivid reminder of what they were all fighting for: freedom, justice, and the chance to reclaim their world from darkness.

However, Lenny was not a fool. No matter the level of hope they all had, Lenny could clearly see the aura of death on their heads.

If not all, a great number of them will drop their lives like flies.

This cause for freedom was not destined for their enjoyment.

Even now, he could not help but see all of them as walking corpses, sacrifices to his own goal and ambition.

After all, he still had his own plans set up in secret.

The Morning of the third day arrived, the sun slowly rising in the east....