Devil Slave (Satan system)

“Austin! Austin!?” She screamed, but she could not find him anyway.

Just then, the walls, unable to hold back the force, fell down, crashing to the ground.

The impact was loud.

Amidst the chaotic fray of this medieval-looking battleground, the air was thick with the acrid stench of burnt flesh from the battlefield.

The Magis had summoned a towering siege wall, a monstrous edifice of stone and dark magic, to shield this town from the onslaught of the undead.

But fate had other designs.

At the rumble of the Nether creatures, the earth itself seemed to conspire against these Magi. As a deafening roar echoed through the battlefield, the colossal siege wall, this large behemoth born of their sorcery, crumbled in a macabre spectacle.

The earth quivered as if in revolt, shaking the very foundations of the wall.

Magis screams, a cacophonous symphony of terror, were swallowed by the relentless descent of massive stone blocks and debris.

Limbs were tangled in robes, and staffs were flung into the maw of destruction.

A gruesome tableau of destruction unfolded as the wall’s weight crushed bodies and hopes alike.

The air filled with a miasma of dust and dread, blinding all who beheld the gruesome sight.

Amidst the rubble, once-powerful Magi lay broken and lifeless. Their dark arts, which they had relied on, were extinguished in an instant.

The battlefield, now eerily silent, bore witness to the harrowing demise of those who had courted the shadows.

The siege wall, once their sanctuary, has now become their tomb.

Blood and mushed organs stained the dry earth.

The mixture of already burning, rotten flesh from the undead and the nether creatures mixed with the fresh, pungent smell of mushed organs and innards from the crushed Magi filled the air, entering Sarah’s choking nose.

Unlike the others, her body had been transformed by the contract she had with the Nether, and she was able to survive the ordeal of the falling walls.

However, chaos now reigned in her camp.

The Magis ran about the place for their lives, some of them broken and bleeding, their limbs about the place.

One Magi even had his eye leaking from its socket like a strand of noodle leaking from a bowl of soap.

It was a terrible sight to see.

The Magis were dying. As expected, Nether portals opened up, and the Nether creatures returned to their world.

In the midst of this disappointing chaos, Sarah looked around at the destruction of her home.

All of a sudden, she remembered Austin’s words. Truly, they had lost the battle even before it started.

Just then, she felt a presence behind her.

She turned around, and there it was.

A Giant Sand Worm On top of the creature’s head was a man with purple eyes and a purple gem stone glowing from his chest.

His belly was half hollow, with dried intestine still leaking from within it.

His body still carried evidence of the suffering he had suffered at the time of his death and transformation.

“What… No.” Sarah shook her head as she slowly rose from the ground, her eight spider legs greatly failing her. “Who are YOU?”

The giant worm suddenly leaned closer, and the undead commander opened his mouth.

With a sinister grin, the undead commander replied, “It does not matter much…” His voice was slow and deep, and every word was pronounced with intention and purpose.

In fact, Sarah felt as if his voice, although from an undead body, was filled with so much life.

“However, you will soon join my army; I’ll tell you! I am simply the shadow that devours darkness. Call me what you will. A name holds no sway over the undying: I am the herald of your doom, the end that eats from the beginning.

I am the nightmare I dread.

Now, witch, dance with my Abyss…”

He waved his hand as he enveloped Sarah with a blanket of his darkness…

…..

Meanwhile, as Town Bedrock met its end, something else was happening in a faraway place.

Lenny sweated profusely as he laid on the bed in his cabin.

An assortment of dreams flooded his head.

Unknown to him, the red ball in his storage unit gave off little glows that appeared at intervals.

A myriad of different images flooded his head.

Lenny suddenly woke up.

“VICTOR!”

Perseus hurried to him, “Hey, calm down, Lenny, calm down. Are you okay?”

Lenny nodded as he got down from the bed.

“Where are we?” He asked Perseus.

“Well, after your breakdown, we continued. Presently, we are already at the Giant Shadow Werewolf Territory.”

Lenny peered outside the little window. “Good!” He immediately stormed out of the cabin, and Perseus followed.

“Wait! Lenny, where are you going?”

Lenny paused and turned to him. “To find Victor!”

Instantly, he rushed out of the ship.

Perseus paused and sighed a bit, but he still followed.

“Hey! Mr. Perseus, wait!” Captain Crimson called to him.

“What!?” Perseus turned.

“You forgot this!” Captain Crimson threw a sheathed machete at Perseus, and he flipped in the air, caught it, and continued on his way. “Thanks!” He turned and followed after Lenny.

As the two ran off, Captain Crimson turned to Tobi, “Is that everything they have with us?”

“Yes, captain!” Tobi replied.

“Good! Now, let’s hurry up and get the hell out of here. I really don’t like this territory. It smells like dogs everywhere.”

“Sir! What of…”

“Didn’t you hear me!?” Captain Crimson interrupted Tobi.

“The task was to bring them to the Giant Shadow Werewolves territory. And we bloody hell just did that. Trust me, your little fucked-up legs don’t want to be here. These Weres could get hungry any time soon…”

Those words were all the convincing Tobi needed to do as he was told.

Like he was being chased by a haunting ghost, Captain Crimson immediately ordered them to rush out of sight…

(Author’s note: So ladies and gentlemen, who wants to read Werewolf Battles? Stay tuned.)