Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1203: Nate’s Decision

Enel’s eyes tracked Luca as he leapt through the air, his movements wild and charged with anger. The red, ominous glow surrounding Luca’s body was unmistakable—it was the same cursed magic Enel had seen before, long ago, in that timeline he had erased with Solomon’s gift.

He’d dared to hope that, with a different upbringing, Luca might escape that fate.

That he bitter jealousy and heartbreak would not push luca to the same fate this time. It was the reason he had intentionally had Allison cover her face.

But some fates cannot just be escaped. Even when some of them were heart breaks.

The twisted expression on Luca’s face and the violent aura bleeding from him told a different story. It was like staring into a dark reflection of the past, and Enel felt a pang of sadness at this devastating truth.

This time, though, Luca had no help from Lucifer’s holy tool.

Without that, Enel was confident that Allison could handle this, even as Luca’s power flared with unrestrained fury.

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As Luca bore down, Allison moved swiftly, stepping in front of Enel and shifting into a defensive stance. Her eyes were sharp, her entire being braced for the oncoming assault. But just as Luca was within reach, a sudden sound echoed—a chilling, visceral scrape of metal slicing through flesh.

Luca halted mid-motion, his body shuddering. Slowly, he looked down, his expression shifting from rage to shock as he saw the length of a blade protruding from his chest. The red glow dimmed, flickering like a dying ember. Trembling, Luca turned his head to see who had driven the blade into his back.

To his utter disbelief, it was Nate—his own son. Nate stood there with a malicious smile curling at his lips, his grip tight on the hilt of the blade. There was no hesitation, no remorse in Nate’s eyes, only a dark satisfaction as he looked upon his father’s horrified face.

The crowd gasped, a collective intake of breath as the realization spread through them like a ripple of shock. The elders watched in stunned silence, their faces etched with disbelief.

Nate, the son of their prince, had betrayed his own blood.

Luca’s voice trembled as he choked out, "N-Nate… why?"

Nate’s smile only widened, a twisted glint in his eyes. "Isn’t it obvious, Father?" he sneered. "Your time is over. I won’t waste my life waiting for the glory that you never managed to grasp." He leaned closer, his tone dripping with contempt. "I intend to become the new king."

Luca’s eyes widened further as the last remnants of strength faded, his knees buckling as he dropped to the ground.

A single tear traced down his cheek, mingling with the blood that now stained his chest. For all his faults, he had not expected his own son to be the one to deliver his end.

Enel stood over Luca’s body, his gaze cool and detached, as if the sight before him was nothing more than a mildly interesting scene. He exhaled, unbothered, before turning his eyes to Nate, who still held the blood-stained blade.

"This much I expected," Enel spoke with a hint of mockery in his tone. "Now, it truly feels like a proper fight for the throne."

Nate smirked, his eyes darkening with a twisted satisfaction. He raised the blade, still wet with their father’s blood, and pointed it directly at Enel. "You think this is amusing, little brother?" he sneered. "The one person I didn’t want to face in this battle was our father. That’s why I joined his side—I figured that after he took you down, I could dispose of him and claim the throne. But imagine my surprise to see a mere scrap of a ’brother’ like you achieve something so… remarkable." He narrowed his gaze, voice dripping with contempt. "But that’s exactly why you must die. Now, hand over the Command Law that the Queen gave you."

Nate stepped closer, his blade aimed directly at Enel’s neck. His confidence, bolstered by bloodshed, made him brash and reckless.

Enel chuckled softly, his amusement only seeming to grow. "So, you finally show yourself… the cowardly rat who hid in the shadows." He tilted his head, a smug grin playing on his lips. "You waited until the Queen was gone because you feared her. Understandable. She was a legend in her own right. But here you are, actually thinking you can challenge me. I didn’t realize my eldest brother was such an imbecile."

Nate’s expression shifted to one of anger, but he quickly masked it with a sly smile. "You think I’d come here alone?"

With a wave of his hand, Nate summoned a thick black smoke that seeped up from the arena floor, curling around the edges of the platform and billowing out through the crowd. In an instant, the arena was filled with shadowy figures, taking form in dark, twisted shapes. These were shadow demons—creatures of the Abaddon royal family, demons whose very presence turned the crowd’s gasps of shock into cries of horror.

And then Belakor’s laughter rang out, low and sinister, filling the arena as the realization dawned on everyone present.

The crowd recoiled, fear rippling through them as they pressed back, trying to escape the demonic entities surrounding them.

Nate laughed heartily, savoring the chaos he had unleashed. "Did you think this was going to be easy, little brother?" He taunted, his voice booming over the terrified whispers and screams of the crowd. "This isn’t just a fight for the throne. It’s a war."

Enel watched the shadow demons spread through the crowd, but his eyes remained calm.

He stood his ground, staring at his brother with a look that was equal parts defiance and cold amusement.

"Now, give me the Command Law that the Queen gave you, before I cut it out of your forehead."

"Hmmm," Enel nodded. "To think you actually made a deal with demons. Stupid child are you so dumb to think that things will end just the way you think it...?"