Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 864  Lady Crystabel Vs Lamastu

He could not help but wonder the possibilities. They was suddenly a shake of the earth, and this room made of shiny Blood crystals all the way to the ceiling looked as if it was going to collapse. "I and Lamastu have been friends for centuries. I am sure that she has an explanation for this!" On saying this, lady Crystabel handed Everbee into the hands of the child, "keep her safe. And in case something should happen, take her immediately to Kudus. He will know what to do with her." On saying this, she turned and walked out of the room. However, the guard, fueled by his curiosity to see what was happening followed along. It was at this point that Lenny saw where they were. This place was a cave, but calling it that was too crude. After all, it was the most beautiful structure that he had ever seen in his life. These were a series of homes that had been built as an extension of this mountain of blood crystals. Each facet catching the light in a dance of crimson and scalet hues that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. The sight as breathtaking, a fortress carved from the heart of beauty and sorrow intertwined. This was a traditional settlement for the Asmodeus family. Even the flora of this place were not normal. The flowers unlike anything he had ever seen before merged with the blood crystals in a natural harmony. Their petals translucent and shimmering with a crystalline ambience.

They radiated light and color, casting ethereal patterns on the surface around them. And their fragrance filled the air with a sweetness that was almost tangible. Truly, it was nearly unimaginable that such a place was the abode for demons. After all, the eighth earth was empty of all the beauty that this place possessed. However, his attention was quickly drawn to the sky. Up there was the presence of two Suns. One was bigger than the other, and the bigger one gave the impression that it was slowly swallowing the smaller on. lenny was still a nerd at heart such a phenomenon was very interesting to say the least. However, the suns were suddenly obstructed by a dark cloud, and with it came the arrival of certain fellows flying in the sky on beasts and some on crystalline mechanical creations.

If lenny were to describe them in a more familiar term, then he would just call them flying bikes. The demons them were in black shiny amor. The wind that blew from them carried with it the smell of chaos so potent that even young Everbee could sense the dread they brought.

However, Crystabel, Everbee\'s mother did not back away, but rather flew into the air. she did not were amor and remained in her simple red flowing gown. Every part of her clothing exposing skin here and there. Seduction literally oozed from every corner of her body and sway of every curve. Although she carried seduction just like Everbee did, but hers was not raw and rough, but rather it was refined and captivating to watch. If this woman had been a model in lenny\'s former world, then she would be the cover of every magazine for sure. She flew into the air and then stopped right before the host of Demons before her. "I am Crystabel, ninth concubine to Lord Asmodeus, the King of the Blood realm, Ruler of mortal Passions and anointed of the dark Prince of Hell. You lot have..." she paused for a bit, "...VISITED without prior invitation. If you turn back and leave now, then I shall think about forgiving this..."

"There is no need for your forgiveness Crystabel!" A loud voice was suddenly heard from within the crowd of demons, and the demons parted ways for the person that had spoken to step forward. As she did, the demons bowed their heads, with none of them daring to raise it until she had passed. The presence of this person even before arrival made young Everbee hold on tighter to the guard carrying her. After all, this person arrived with a kind of intent so thick that the blood crystals around showed cracking sounds as if to burst open. She literally walked on her, showing her dominion over the forces of nature...n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om