Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 585 The Pain of Betrayal and the Deal

"Well my love, its all because of..."

Clawed frowned, "Power!?" he asked. The look in his eyes carried his disappointment. 

Duncan shook his head as tears ran down his cheeks, "trust me my love! I hurt just as badly as you do now. But you know the kind of family we come from. Without my other half, I won't ever be able to climb past the Deep Demon rank. But with your soul, I can get him back!" 

Clawed's frown got deeper, "Danny, your twin brother!? You want to get him back from father..." Clawed chuckled a bit as his fingers stroked Duncan's face affectionately, "advice from a lover and a big brother. You were better off having a happier life with me, than getting Danny's soul back from father." 

*Cough!*

"I love you..."

The moment he said those words, Clawed's eyes deemed into the darkness. Even though he had just been betrayed by the person he trusted most in his life, he had not hated Duncan for it. 

In fact, he had declared his love as boldly as he could one more time before kissing eternal darkness. 

Duncan broke down with Clawed in his arms. his tears could not stop falling and he embraced him tight as he screamed like a little child. His heart pulsated with sorrow, beating sadness into every artery and every vein. 

Right now, he had been plunged into an endless tunnel with nothing but darkness and pain that steamed in his chest like fire against water.

Duncan knelt in the unforgiving wasteland, the cold sand beneath him a stark contrast to the warmth that once radiated from Clawed. The moon, now a distant witness, cast its silver glow upon the scene, revealing the tragedy that unfolded in the quiet night.

Clawed's lifeless form lay in Duncan's arms, a once mighty warrior now reduced to stillness. 

The air, thick with grief, hung heavy around them. Duncan's eyes, clouded with sorrow, stared down at the face he had come to know so well, now pallid and unmoving. The moonlight played on Clawed's features, creating an ethereal glow that seemed to accentuate the finality of death.

Silent tears escaped Duncan's eye, tracing a lonely path down his cheek. He couldn't believe that Clawed, his love, lay motionless in his arms., even though he had been the cause of it. 

The wasteland, usually indifferent to the struggles of those who traversed it, bore witness to a moment of profound loss.

Duncan's hands, once intertwined with Clawed's in moments of shared joy, now cradled his lifeless form. The warmth that had once flowed between them was replaced by a chilling emptiness. Clawed's blood, a stark crimson against the pale sands, stained Duncan's hands, a vivid reminder of the violence that had torn them apart.

The moonlight, though soft and tender, seemed to cast shadows that danced mournfully around Duncan. The wasteland, devoid of life and solace, mirrored the desolation within his heart. Each grain of sand beneath him became a painful reminder of the fragility of their existence, now shattered like glass.

Duncan's whispers of disbelief and grief mingled with the night air, unheard by any but the empty expanse around him. He pressed Clawed's lifeless form closer, as if trying to will warmth back into his lover's body. The moon, an indifferent observer in the grand scheme of the universe, continued to illuminate the tragic scene below.

As Duncan looked down at Clawed's still face, he traced the lines and contours that once held life and laughter. The wasteland, with its vast emptiness, seemed to stretch out infinitely around them, echoing the void that now resided in Duncan's heart.

The silence of the night was broken only by the occasional sobs that escaped Duncan's throat. His grief, a raw and primal ache, reverberated through the desolate landscape. The moon, untouched by the pain of mortal existence, continued its eternal journey across the night sky, casting an indifferent gaze upon the scene below.

At that moment, Duncan felt the weight of Clawed's absence like a heavy chain around his heart. The wasteland, a witness to their shared struggles and victories, now bore witness to the aftermath of an irrevocable loss. The moon, an eternal companion to the earth, watched as Duncan cradled Clawed's lifeless body, a lone figure under its silver embrace in a world that had suddenly turned silent and cold.

Just then, there was a rumble of sorts and the undead beasts that had been cast away seemed to come to spring out of the ground on their own accord. 

And then a Giant Worm slithered towards Duncan. The worm lowered its head. 

On it was the undead commander. 

 The Undead Commander emerged a ghastly figure that bore the scars of time and the relentless grip of death. The skeletal remnants of his form bore witness to the erosion of flesh and the relentless march of decay.

Exposed bones jutted out from patches of tattered, decaying flesh, revealing the macabre tapestry of mortality and the ravages of time. His limbs, a skeletal framework that spoke of battles long past, moved with an unnatural fluidity, guided by a sinister force that defied the laws of nature.

This was a tortured soul. The flesh that clung to his skull hung loosely, revealing the bleached bones beneath. Empty eye sockets, void of life but brimming with an eerie malevolence purple light, seemed to stare into the void of the living.

Yet, amidst the morbid decay, a mystical glow emanated from the Commander's chest. A magical purple stone, embedded in the cavity where a heart once beat, pulsed with an otherworldly energy. The stone, a conduit for dark magic, radiated an unsettling aura that clashed with the lifeless pallor of the surrounding undead.

His eyes, twin orbs of malevolent purple light, pierced through the darkness like beacons of spectral power. The glow intensified as the Commander fixated his gaze, a harbinger of the dark forces that animated his skeletal frame. Those violet eyes seemed to hold the echoes of a sinister intelligence, a remnant of the consciousness that lingered within the undead shell.

His mouth did not open, but rather his words echoed through his throat like the feedback from a mountain, "I have let you mourn as per our agreement!"

Duncan suddenly frowned as he wiped away his tears, "can't you let us some more time?" 

"To preserve the power and cosmic energy...I need him freeesssshhhhh!" The Undead commander replied. 

Duncan nodded his head as he stood to his feet. He brought out a ball from his pocket. This tiny ball was black and had all sorts of runes carved on its body. 

He dropped the ball on Clawed's chest. 

"Rapio Anima!" 

Immediately, the black ball glowed, and then from Clawed's body, a spectral was drawn into the black ball. a careful look at this spectral and one could tell that it looked just like clawed. 

"I have taken his soul. Just as per our agreement, and now, you have the corpse of Deep level Demon a step into the Great Demon rank!" 

The undead commander frowned a bit, "the agreement was a Great Demon body." 

Duncan nodded, "I know, but trust me when I say this. If Clawed had not been injured by my father and was still at full strength, then even twice your current army would have not been enough." 

The Undead commander eased his frown. He walked up to Clawed's body and then he took a knee over his corpse. He bent forward and opened his mouth. 

Purple rays of light rushed from his mouth and into Clawed's body...