Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1211: A Glimpse Of Fatherhood

Luca’s blade was mere inches from Nate when something utterly unimaginable happened.

From within Nate’s chest, a grotesque, pulsating growth began to tear through his clothes. The sound of ripping fabric was drowned by Nate’s own screams of shock and pain. A misshapen head emerged, covered in glistening black sinew, its eyes glowing a malevolent crimson. The face was unmistakable—the same as the Commander of the Demons of Greed who had arrived earlier.

"What in the name of the High Elves—?!" Nate gasped, stumbling backward, his face twisted in terror.

The abominable head sneered, its voice a sickly rasp. "Don’t act so surprised, *partner*. After all, we made a deal, didn’t we?"

The head extended a shadowy limb, parrying Luca’s incoming sword with an echoing clang that reverberated through the chamber. The force of the blow sent Nate’s legs skidding across the blood-slick floor, the demon in his chest controlling his movements like a puppet.

Nate’s face contorted in revulsion and disbelief. "W-what is this?! What are you doing to me?!"

The demon chuckled darkly, its fanged mouth stretching unnaturally wide. "This… is what you agreed to, my dear Nate. Did you think a deal with a demon would ever be fair? When you swallowed my golden coin, you sealed your fate. I own you now."

Nate clawed at his chest in horror, trying desperately to tear the demon out. "No! Get out of me!"

But it was too late. The demon’s body began to expand, grotesque bulges of flesh and sinew erupting from Nate’s arms and legs. His screams of agony filled the room as his body twisted and morphed into a monstrous hybrid of elf, demon, and something far more abominable. Black veins coursed through his pale skin, his once-shining eyes now dull and lifeless save for a faint glow of red.

The demon’s head laughed maniacally, reveling in its possession of Nate’s body. "You should be honored! You’re the perfect vessel. High elf, demon, human, and I even sense angel blood—all wrapped up in one package. Truly, I couldn’t have asked for more!"

Nate’s screams turned to choked sobs as tears streamed down his face. His body convulsed violently as the transformation reached its peak, and his legs gave way.

Just as the demon’s laughter grew louder, the room shifted.

Dark, swirling portals materialized across the chamber, exuding an oppressive energy that made even Luca pause. The air grew thick with the stench of sulfur and decay as grotesque creatures began to emerge from the void.

These Nether beings were horrifying beyond imagination—masses of writhing black tendrils, skeletal figures with exposed ribs and glowing eyes, and hulking abominations covered in pulsating, diseased flesh. Each creature moved unnaturally, their limbs bending at impossible angles as they emitted guttural growls and clicking noises.

Enel, who had been watching the scene with a mixture of amusement and disgust, burst into laughter. "Oh, you absolute fool," he said, his voice echoing with mockery.

The demon’s head turned sharply toward Enel, snarling. "What are you laughing at, whelp?"

Enel smirked. "You’ve just made the biggest mistake of your existence. You see, Nate is a fool, but he isn’t just some half-breed brat. He, like all of us, carries the bloodline of King Solomon. And Solomon made a little arrangement with the Nether Realm. During moments of unbearable pain to his descendants, the Nether must intervene."

Enel was right. This had happened for Luca’s true mother as well as for Luca too when he was a child. This was even a factor in the plan that a sister of Eve had.

The demon’s eyes widened in realization. "No… that’s impossible—Solomon’sdescendentsare all gone..."

As if on cue, the Nether creatures lunged at Nate’s corrupted body, their jagged claws and gnashing teeth tearing into the demon and its host with brutal efficiency. Black ichor and crimson blood sprayed across the walls as the creatures shredded flesh and sinew, ripping apart both the demon and Nate’s twisted form.

Nate’s screams reached a horrifying crescendo, his voice cracking as his body was devoured. "No… stop… please… help me!" he cried, his once-confident demeanor reduced to pure terror.

Luca stood still, his face was unreadable as he watched his son’s gruesome demise.

Was he to help him or not? No! This was a punishment that Nate had brought upon himself all because of his love for power.

It was punishment only he was to bear.

The demon’s voice, now filled with desperation, echoed through the room. "No! This wasn’t part of the deal! I… I AM SERVANT OF GREED INCARNATE! YOU CANNOT—"

Its words were cut short as one of the larger creatures—a towering beast with six arms and a maw full of serrated teeth—bit down on its head, silencing it forever.

The room was left in stunned silence save for the grotesque squelching noises of the Nether creatures finishing their feast.

Enel’s smirk remained, though his eyes held a glint of sadness as he murmured, "The Nether always collects its debts."

Enel scanned the growing chaos of the room. The dark portals to the Nether were multiplying at an alarming rate, spilling forth more grotesque creatures with each passing moment. The air was thick with malevolence, making it harder to breathe. This was not supposed to happen. Even with the bloodline of Solomon, the Nether’s intervention was never this overwhelming.

Something had gone horribly wrong.

"We need to leave," Enel muttered, his voice strained but resolute. He turned to Allison, who was struggling under the weight of Lady Vinegar, and Lana, whose conflicted expression betrayed her uncertainty about the events that had unfolded.

Before he could speak further, a commanding voice boomed across the chaos.

"Basketface!"

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The room seemed to shift as Luca’s call echoed. Out of the shadows stepped a tall, slender figure dressed in an immaculate but tattered butler’s uniform. His face was unnervingly blank, save for the intricate runes carved into his demon skin, glowing faintly like embers.

The demon butler bowed gracefully, one hand pressed against his chest, the other resting lightly behind his back. "You called, Master Luca?"

Luca’s gaze didn’t waver as he pointed at Enel, Lana, and Allison. "Show them the safest way out of this place. Ensure they’re unharmed."

Enel blinked in astonishment, disbelief flickering across his face. "What? Why would you—"

Luca cut him off with a wave of his hand, his tone cold yet oddly sincere. "I don’t like you, Enel. I never have. But…" His voice softened slightly, and for a moment, his hardened features seemed to betray an ounce of humanity. "At the end of the day, I still love your mother. And you are her flesh and blood. I’m not the kind of father who would just abandon his child to die—not like my own father."

Enel’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Those simple yet profound words struck a chord deep within him.

He had spent his life resenting Luca, convinced his son turned father of his indifference was born of hatred.

But now, for the first time, he saw a glimpse of a man who, despite his flaws, carried a burden he had never spoken of.

"Thank you," Enel finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Those words were spoken by Enel, but were more from Lenny...