Chapter 750 To Devour Or Not To Devour
The use of Anguis had likely not gone unnoticed by forces beyond this realm, and he would need to be prepared for whatever came next. But for now, he had won a crucial battle, and that was what mattered.
Lenny flew down to Victor. The sight of Victor left him surprised. For one, Victor was bleeding from his ears.
"Don't worry about it, brother. Its just a little injury. It will heal up in a bit. There is a more problematic matter at hand."
In saying this, victor pointed to Luca.
At the moment, the young man was on the ground. His eyes had turned a complete white. Lenny had been speaking in the language of Angels when he casted the spell that he did. That was the Enochian language. A language that no mortal ears should hear.
Luca was not like Lenny, inheriting the blessing of Lucifer Morningstar, and had now fallen into some kind of trance.
Lenny's eyes narrowed as he observed Luca's condition. The use of the Enochian language, the sacred tongue of angels, was known to have profound effects on mortals, especially on those with a significant heritage.
Luca, being the son of a powerful witch like Glenn, was particularly susceptible. Especially because of Glenn's special bloodline, blessed by the knights of the nether.
"Victor, keep an eye out for any other threats," Lenny instructed, his focus shifting entirely to the young man before him. He knelt beside Luca, placing a hand on his forehead. The young man's energy was fluctuating wildly, as if in the throes of an intense internal battle.
Lenny closed his eyes, channeling a small portion of his immense power to form a connection with Luca's mind.
He was a great demon level existence. Like the Primordial beast, this much was within his power.
The world around him faded as he delved into the young man's consciousness, navigating the chaotic storm that raged within.
Inside Luca's mind, Lenny found himself in a tumultuous landscape, a manifestation of Luca's psyche reacting to the exposure to the Enochian language. The sky was torn with streaks of light and dark clouds, mirroring the turmoil that the sacred words had instigated.
But amidst all this was a very special Rune that lay dormant in the sky.
The only time lenny had ever seen this Rune was when he interacted with the Satan system. This rune he saw also gave the same feeling as the Satan system. But it was as if it was dead. In need of vitality.
Lenny paused a bit, surprised at this.
However, there was no time to ponder on the possibility just yet. For now, he needed to save luca. As he turned, diving deeper, Lenny did not notice that the Rune seemed to suddenly be influenced by some of the corrupted light, curses from Anguis that had stained the young man's soul.
Lenny moved through the mindscape, calling out to Luca. "Luca, listen to my voice. You need to calm the storm. Focus on my voice," he said, his tone firm yet reassuring.
Gradually, amidst the chaos, a figure began to take shape — Luca, looking lost and overwhelmed. Lenny approached him, his presence a stabilizing force in the tumultuous world.
"Luca, you've heard words that no human should. They've stirred something deep within you, something ancient and powerful. You need to control it, not let it control you," Lenny explained, his words cutting through the noise in Luca's mind.
Luca's eyes, once lost in the storm, now began to show signs of clarity. "I... I feel like I'm being torn apart," he gasped, clutching at his head.
"That's the power trying to assert itself. But remember, you are a part of it as it is of you. You have the strength to master this. Let the power flow through you, but be its master, not its servant," Lenny urged, his words echoing with the authority of someone who had tamed unimaginable powers himself.
Slowly, the chaos in Luca's mind began to subside, the tumultuous landscape calming as he took control. The streaks of light in the sky merged into a serene glow, and the dark clouds dissipated.
Opening his eyes back in the real world, Lenny saw the change immediately. Luca's eyes had returned to normal, and his breathing had steadied. The young man sat up, looking around in confusion before his gaze met Lenny's.
"What... what happened?" Luca asked, still dazed.
"You faced a trial and emerged stronger. Remember this feeling, Luca. You've tapped into something profound within you. Harness it well," Lenny advised, offering a hand to help him up.
Luca took Lenny's hand, standing up. "Thank you," he said, a newfound respect in his tone.
Lenny nodded, then turned to Victor. "We should move. There's much to be done, and time isn't on our side."
As they prepared to leave, Lenny couldn't help but ponder the implications of what had just transpired.
He waved his hand and the merged invitation stone flew into his hand and into his storage unit.
The page from the book of death also in his possession, was sent into the storage unit.
As they moved with the werewolves that had managed to survive this, Lenny had a subtle frown on his face.
After all, no one knew, but when he had attempted to save Luca now, he had seen something in the boy's mind. And his mind calculated a lot of possibilities.
Firstly, was it possible that Luca could also have control of the Satan system? Or was it possible that it was the emergence of another kind of system.
And if that was a yes. Would he really have the guts to swallow the boy up.
Lenny was not a good guy. A man that had contracted the killing of his own family, but Luca was different in many ways. one of them being that his lingering memories with Glenn, stayed his hands when it came to the boy.
Then again, his master's will should always come first. or should it?
The use of Anguis, the emergence of Luca's latent abilities, the shifting cosmic energies — all these were pieces of a larger puzzle, a game played on a cosmic scale. And he, Lenny Tales, was right at the center of it.
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