Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 588 Servant of The House of Abaddon

"The key to the subplane where the primordial beast lies can only be opened by the Alpha and his fighter." Elder Isiah pointed to the mark of the primordial beast on their foreheads. 

Victor nodded in understanding as he presented the blue orb to Lenny.

"Are you up for it?" Victor asked. 

Lenny paused a bit as he turned to Elder Isiah. The old man had a look that spoke volumes. He was literally begging Lenny with his quivering lips to say yes. 

Lenny seemed like he was contemplating a bit. He even massaged his jaw a bit.

After which he nodded as he placed his hand on the orb. 

This made Victor smile. 

This was the reason that Elder Isaiah wanted Lenny to be on the same team with him, and why he gave him a vile of the blood of the Primordial beast.

Lenny nodded as bit into his finger. 

And placed it on the orb.

And so in the heart of the arena, where the echoes of battles past lingered in the air, Lenny and Victor stood, their thumbs stained with blood. Between them, cradled in their grasp, was the blue Orb, a vessel of mystical potential that pulsed with an otherworldly energy.

With a shared resolve, Lenny and Victor pressed their blood-stained thumbs onto the smooth surface of the Orb. An ethereal light, as azure as the deepest sea, emanated from their touch, casting an enchanting glow across the arena. The air crackled with a newfound energy, and the spectators, momentarily stunned, watched as the Orb responded to the mingling essence of their Alpha and his fighter.

As if stirred by a hidden force, the blue Orb began to grow, expanding in size until it hovered before them like a beacon of mysterious power. The arena, once a battleground of clashing steel and fervent cheers, was now bathed in the soft radiance of the enchanted light.

A hushed murmur spread through the crowd as the Orb's transformation unfolded. The portal, a swirling vortex of indigo and cerulean hues, materialized within the heart of the Orb. It seemed to ripple with an otherworldly energy, a gateway to a realm beyond the comprehension of mortal minds.

From the depths of the portal emanated a potent force, ancient and ageless. 

It whispered through the air like a melody from a time long past, an invitation to explore the unknown. Lenny and Victor, their eyes locked on the portal, felt the magnetic pull of the ancient energy calling to them, beckoning them to step beyond the boundaries of the familiar.

It was naturally the call from the Primordial beast.

The spectators, now caught between awe and trepidation, watched as Lenny and Victor hesitated for a moment, their eyes meeting in silent acknowledgment of the unspoken journey ahead. 

With a shared nod, they stepped into the radiant portal, leaving the arena behind. The crowd, left in the wake of the mystical display, could almost feel the resonance of the ancient energy lingering in the air, a testament to the extraordinary events that had transpired.

As Lenny and Victor vanished into the unknown through the portal, the blue Orb dimmed, its ethereal glow fading like the remnants of a vanishing dream. The arena, once alive with the clash of warriors, fell into a momentary silence, the spectators grappling with the mysterious spectacle that had unfolded before their eyes.

In the wake of Lenny and Victor's mysterious departure, an unsettling stillness settled upon the arena. The spectators, their attention still lingering on the fading remnants of the blue Orb, were suddenly thrust into a new wave of terror. An ominous vibration resonated through the air, sending shivers down the spines of those who bore witness to the unfolding spectacle.

Suddenly, the very ground beneath their feet seemed to quake as an ear-splitting roar echoed through the arena. A monstrous silhouette emerged from the shadows, its colossal form casting a looming darkness over the once vibrant battleground. The elders and onlookers, frozen in awe and terror, gazed upward as the colossal creature descended with a thunderous beat of its wings.

A dragon, ancient and fearsome, landed with a ground-shaking thud right in the heart of the arena. Its scales, as black as the abyss, gleamed with an eerie luster, reflecting the frightened faces of the onlookers. Its eyes, twin orbs of fiery malevolence, fixated on the mortals below, radiating a primal intelligence that sent shudders through the hearts of those who met its gaze.

The dragon's wings, expansive and tattered, seemed to stretch beyond the confines of the arena, casting ominous shadows that swallowed the once well-lit space. Its claws, each as long as a man's body, gouged deep furrows into the hardened ground. The arena, now dwarfed by the enormity of the beast, became an antechamber to the creature's dominion.

A malodorous breath, a noxious mixture of sulfur and decay, wafted through the air as the dragon lowered its head, revealing fangs the size of swords. Smoke billowed from its nostrils, cloaking the spectators in a suffocating fog that heightened the sense of impending doom. The elders, once the esteemed leaders of the community, now stood frozen, their expressions etched with a fear that mirrored the silent terror that gripped the entire arena.

The dragon's roar, a symphony of primal fury, reverberated through the arena, causing even the bravest of warriors to falter in the face of such monstrous majesty. The sheer scale of the creature, its size eclipsing half the arena, left a chilling imprint on the minds of those who dared to behold it.

The Dragon's eyes scanned through the surroundings. It chuckled lightly at the energy of the primordial beast still lingering in the air.

He turned to Elder Isiah. Its voice deep and resounding, "I am Mr. Augustus of the Royal house of Abaddon. The House of Affliction and Destruction, and I..." His voice lingered a bit, "...Bring you your Death!"

(Author's note: So We have yet another Demon of another house in the Scene and this one is a Great Demon)