Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1255: King Lucifer

Sarkina, still kneeling, waved her hand in a graceful motion. In response, five enormous jars, each as tall as a man and etched with intricate celestial runes, floated forward as though guided by an unseen force.

They glimmered faintly, radiating an aura of immense power that even the light of the plane’s core couldn’t diminish. The air around them hummed with latent energy, the seals on their surfaces glowing faintly as they hovered before the Morningstar.

Lucifer’s eye shifted to the jars, his expression unreadable at first. Then, a sigh escaped his lips, low and weary yet laced with a dark satisfaction. "So many have tried to stop me, Sarkina," he said, his voice resonating with a strange, melodic gravity. "They scrape, they struggle, they bleed... and yet, here I stand. Always here. Always inevitable."

His gaze returned to Sarkina, the glowing tendrils at his back writhing slightly as though reflecting his mood. "What of Victor?" he asked, his voice cold and dismissive. "That pitiful creature who dared to waste my time? Was the trash disposed of?"

Sarkina lifted her head, her eyes meeting his briefly before lowering again. "Yes, my lord," she replied. "Yesterday, as instructed. He no longer draws breath...Neither does the plane."

A faint smirk played at the corners of Lucifer’s lips. "Good," he murmured. "Even trash has its place... but not near me."

His glowing eye lingered on the jars once more, his attention now fully fixed on them. Slowly, he shifted forward, the golden tendrils attached to his broken body tightening and pulsating as though resisting his movement. With an almost imperceptible grimace, Lucifer extended his remaining hand, his movements deliberate and commanding.

His fingers curled slightly as he gestured toward the jar positioned at the center, its crystalline surface swirling with an iridescent liquid that seemed alive.

It was the one carrying the Eternal Pool, a source of primordial energy unlike any other. As his hand hovered over the jar, the liquid inside began to ripple, drawn toward him by an unseen force, as though it recognized its rightful master.

The Morningstar’s smirk widened as he gazed at the jar, his eye gleaming with a hunger that transcended mortal comprehension.

The Eternal Pool, shimmering with liquid radiance, began to rise from its jar. As it ascended, it expanded, growing from a mere stream into a river of energy, swirling with hues of gold, silver, and iridescent blue.

Its presence filled the chamber with an overwhelming brilliance, casting dazzling reflections across the molten core of the planet. The river surged forward, gaining momentum as it became a torrential sea, rushing toward the Morningstar with an almost sentient purpose.

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Lucifer, still bound to the core, raised his hand as if commanding it, his single glowing eye burning with anticipation. The energy struck him like a tidal wave, slamming into his broken form and the core of the plane. A guttural groan escaped him, a sound torn between agony and ecstasy.

The Eternal Pool’s essence flowed through the tendrils connecting his body to the planet, spreading outwards into the plane itself. The molten veins of the core pulsed with renewed vigor, the once-dim luminescence roaring back to life.

Lucifer gritted his teeth, his body trembling as the healing began. The process was excruciating. "Power... never comes without pain," he snarled, his voice a mixture of defiance and pride. "But I have endured more than this wretched existence could ever throw at me."

The liquid light of the Eternal Pool seeped into his half-body, knitting together flesh and bone, regenerating the limbs he had lost. The cracks and breaks in his wings mended, their once-tattered forms growing whole, pristine, and blindingly white. Six majestic wings emerged from his back, three on each side, unfurling with a grace that defied mortal comprehension.

The entire plane trembled as if sharing in Lucifer’s transformation. The molten core glowed brighter, sending ripples of energy cascading through every fiber of its being, until finally, with a thunderous roar, Lucifer was released from its grasp.

He stepped forward, now whole, his body radiating a light so pure it could be mistaken for divine. His golden hair cascaded down his back, his form a perfect blend of beauty and terror. Sarkina, still kneeling, gasped at the sight, her hands clasped together in awe. "My Lord," she whispered, her voice trembling, "you are... exquisite."

Lucifer cast her a sidelong glance, his smirk laced with disdain. "Exquisite?" he repeated, flexing his wings as their radiant light filled the chamber. "This... is but a shadow of what I was. I am not whole yet, Sarkina. I am not the Morningstar... not yet."

He turned his gaze to the altar near the core, where the Invitation Stones rested. These were jewels of every color, glowing faintly with the power they held. With a wave of his hand, they soared through the air toward him, their colors merging into a single, blindingly bright crystal as they hovered before him.

Lucifer extended his hand, the sharp edge of his nail slicing across his golden skin. A single drop of his blood, radiant and otherworldly, fell upon the crystal. The moment it touched, the entire plane shuddered violently, a seismic wave of energy rippling outward.

The crystal erupted in a burst of light so intense that even Sarkina shielded her eyes. The core of the plane resonated with a deafening hum, and every fallen angel in its expanse felt an undeniable pull, as though their very souls were tethered to this moment.

Lucifer stood tall, the newly-formed crystal clasped in his hand, his voice rising above the chaos as the declaration reverberated through the cosmos.

"I am Lucifer," he thundered, his voice a symphony of dominance and pride, "king of *Aetherion*, the First Abyss, the prison of the Clipped winged, and the cradle of judgment!"

The energy surged outward, crossing the boundaries of Aetherion and spilling into the multiverse like a roaring tidal wave. Across the cosmos, every being—mortal, demon, and celestial—felt it.

The cosmic announcement was clear: a new king had risen, and his reign would not go unnoticed.