Devil Slave (Satan system)

...The two fallen angels tread forward slowly, their darkened, scorched wings dragging sparks behind them as they advanced across the fractured clouds, Blood still dripped from Allison's mouth, but she didn't look away.

Her white fur was torn, one arm dangled uselessly at her side, and deep claw marks etched her body from shoulder to thigh.

One of the angels sneered as he bent to grab her by the hair, wrenching her head back. The other approached with a pair of glowing iron cuffs, runes flickering along their surface—it was designed to sever any connection to magic, spirit, or cosmic energy. "It's over," he said, voice like thunder cracking beneath velvet. "You've lost. The moment you stepped here, you lost. Surrender to the will of Lucifer Morningstar."

Allison didn't answer immediately. Her eyes moved as her mind calculated hard.

She groaned, head slumped forward, blood dripping to the ground.

Then… she laughed.

A low, bubbling sound that turned bitter and mocking.

The angel frowned. "What's so funny?"

Her golden eyes lifted, wild, luminous. Her lips pulled into a crooked grin—and then she lifted her uninjured hand with a shaky but deliberate motion.

Middle finger up.

A snarl in her voice: "Go fuck yourselves."

Before either angel could react, Allison's feet dug into the clouds summoning the rest of her cosmic energy for a lift.

And she leapt—her entire body launching toward Heaven's Gate, her broken arm flailing behind her like a banner of defiance.

"NO!" one of them roared, wings snapping wide in pursuit.

But it was too late.

The colossal stone titans who stood guard before Heaven's Gate stirred in annoyance.

Their eyes instantly pulsed with celestial fury.

And then it came.

Twin lances of divine lightning, hotter than the heart of suns, fired from their eyes. They converged midair, striking Allison before she could reach the gleaming threshold.

The sky cracked.

The gate flashed.

And in a single explosion of unfiltered divine judgment… she was gone.

Turned to ash before their eyes.

Dust on the wind.

The Hellbeast she'd ridden collapsed to its knees with a haunting, guttural wail. The two fallen angels stood in silence. For a moment, even they could say nothing.

Only one word echoed faintly in the stillness, from the place where her soul had passed through:

"…Lenny."

The battlefield had gone silent. Some cloud–smoke still hung thick in the air, curling in lazy swirls around the place.

The two fallen angels stood motionless, faces impassive, expressions unreadable beneath their glowing eyes. They looked at one another.

"She's gone," the male said at last, his voice quiet but resolute.

Without Death, Allison was sure to come back, but divine energy had done a thorough work on her. It would take a while. From the looks of it, maybe even centuries.

The female angel nodded slowly. "We should report this to Uriel. He'll want to confirm it himself."

The male turned, but just as they were about to take flight—

A breeze passed.

A simple thing.

Gentle.

And caught in that breeze, riding it like a leaf in autumn, was a handkerchief. A white square of cloth, frayed gently at the edges, dancing through the air.

This was the same handkerchief that Allison used to wipe Love's tears, back in the rainbow bridge.

It glowed. Faint at first. Then brilliantly.

Rainbow hues shimmered along its threads, each fold radiating the soft essence of a song. The kind that made the heart ache and hope in the same breath. The handkerchief floated over the scorched clouds and came to rest on the ashes where Allison had once stood.

The fallen angels paused, brows furrowing. "What…?"

The song grew stronger.

From the ashes, light began to swirl. Crimson at first—deep, vivid red. Then brighter, richer, blooming upward like a flame reborn. A soul took shape. The form was unmistakable.

It was her.

Allison.

Not her body, but her soul. It was not pure and very tainted.

It was a glowing spirit with her likeness, her eyes closed in peace, her hair flowing as if underwater.

The handkerchief's glow wrapped around her like armor, and the guardians at Heaven's Gate shifted.

Their eyes pulsed with divine power.

They aimed.

They struck.

But the lightning veered away—dispersed harmlessly into the sky, deflected by the protective rainbow aura of Love's tears. The soul glided gently toward the gate, undeterred, wrapped in the blessing of the Entity of Love.

The fallen angels stepped back in disbelief. "That's not possible…"

And then—it happened.

From the air, glowing script began to appear. Pages of ethereal manuscript, forming from nothing.

No one knew now, but these would be the Book Of Death. This was its first written.

The words written looked unknowable. At least in this time.

Black light laced the edges of the floating pages—energy forbidden, unspoken. It streamed into Allison's soul, illuminating her form with equal parts reverence and mystery.

And then—

The gates opened.

Heaven's Gate, silent since the fall of the Morningstar, now moved. A golden tremor passed through the air as the gates spread wide, revealing a world of infinite light within.

A chorus sang from inside—a song that rang through every layer of the cosmos. A melody that remembered her pain, her defiance, her promise.

Allison's soul soared into the light.

The fallen angels fell to their knees, unable to process what they had witnessed.

And then, as if the entire universe had taken a breath—

It exhaled.

Far, far below, in the deepest reaches of existence, beyond the battles of demons, fallen angels, and of course Lenny — where magma had cooled into obsidian and all light struggled to breathe, Hell stirred.

The Heart of Hell pulsed once… then opened.

The gates to the core split with a low groan that rumbled across the layers of reality, matching the thunder that had rung above.

And thus, as Heaven received a soul blessed by Love—Hell, too, awoke...

(Author's note: We are coming close to a great battle. I'll give it my all. Thank you.)