Devil Slave (Satan system)

820  Fate Talks From Beyond Time

It was within this realm of inverted reality that Lenny's gaze was drawn to a spectacular golden webbing, stretching infinitely across the dark canvas. This web, akin to the architectural masterpiece of a cosmic spider, was composed of golden runes of unparalleled complexity and beauty. These runes, unlike any Lenny had ever encountered, pulsed with the life force of the universe, interconnecting all living things in a vast, intricate network.

A closer inspection of the golden web revealed faces in motion within the runes themselves, each face a snapshot of life caught in the web's eternal embrace. The entire structure resonated with a profound sense of unity and interconnectedness, its golden threads a testament to the complexity and depth of existence across dimensions.

Amidst this marvel, Lenny's attention was captured by three figures embroiled in a heated argument. Their voices, unmistakably familiar to him, resonated through the web, their words carrying the weight of significance and history. These were voices Lenny recognized, voices of entities whose influence spanned realms and epochs.

The grandeur of this new place, with its defiance of natural laws and its display of cosmic connectivity, was a revelation to Lenny. The golden webbing, a symbol of life's interconnectedness and the mysteries that lay beyond the understanding of ordinary beings, offered Lenny a glimpse into the profound complexities of the universe. In the surreal expanse where physics bowed to whimsy and the air was filled with the breath of impossibilities, Lenny found himself in the presence of beings whose very existence was woven into the fabric of destiny itself. The Sisters of Fate, embodiments of time's passage and guardians of destinies untold, materialized before him. Their form was as enigmatic as their purpose, sharing a single eye amongst themselves, a symbol of their shared vision and singular focus on the tapestry of fate they tended to.

The trio, each representing a distinct phase of life, from the innocence of youth through the vigor of middle age to the wisdom of elder years, held Lenny's gaze with an intensity that pierced through dimensions. The toddler, embodying the beginnings and potential of life; the middle-aged woman, the fullness and complexity of existence; and the old woman, the culmination and retrospection of a journey's end, together, they encapsulated the cycle of life itself.

Their conversation, a blend of observation and prophecy, ceased abruptly as they turned their collective attention towards Lenny. "Finally, he has arrived, beloved of The Morningstar," the elder announced, her voice a confluence of time's myriad whispers. The passing of the eye to the middle-aged sister signified a shift in focus, her subsequent scrutiny of Lenny a clear indication of the pivotal role he played in the unfolding narrative of the cosmos. "Yes. He has finally come. But he does not have much time. He will soon finish absorbing the core," she observed, a note of urgency in her voice hinting at the temporal limitations of Lenny's endeavor.

The Salamander, an entity of primordial power and ancient origin, found itself an unwitting participant in a discourse that spanned the ages. Its confusion and demand for clarity, "Who are you? Where am I?" were met with a dismissive rebuke from the youngest of the trio.

 "Shut up, primordial beast, no one is talking to you. We are talking to the one that is destined to steal from you in thousands of years to come," the toddler declared, her words slicing through the Salamander's bewilderment with the sharpness of preordained truth.

This encounter, set against the backdrop of a realm that defied understanding, was a convergence of destinies. The Sisters of Fate, with their omniscient gaze and timeless mandate, recognized in Lenny a figure of cosmic significance, one whose actions would ripple across the threads of existence. As the Sisters of Fate convened around Lenny within this realm that transcended the mundane, their urgency became palpable. "He does not have much time. And the veil will soon close up," the elder among them warned, her voice steeped in the gravitas of their timeless vigil. "We must tell him fast," she insisted, underscoring the fleeting opportunity to impart crucial knowledge.

The youngest, embodying the innocence and directness of youth, crawled forward with a message of existential boundaries, "You are not so dumb not to know who we are, but as for this place, let's just say it exists outside the hold and demands of mortals." Her words painted a picture of a realm beyond the reach of mortal comprehension, a place where the fabric of reality was woven with threads unseen.

The middle sister, embodying the balance of wisdom and action, clarified their ethereal nature, "We are entities only taking form in a manner that allows your mind to comprehend our existence." Their manifestation before Lenny was a concession to his mortal faculties, a bridge between the unknowable and the known.

The discourse took a sharp turn as the toddler resumed, her voice a herald of imminent confrontation, "That is for a later matter. Right now, you will soon face Uriel, the Fallen." The elder's admonition was grave, "Heed our words... Uriel, the angel in prison, is a fallen, and a very dangerous one at that. His essence runs in you. It formed you. In your battle, no matter what happens, his skin must not meet yours, else, you carry the problem of his curse and burden." The warning was clear—contact with Uriel bore risks far beyond the physical, entangling Lenny in a web of cosmic retribution. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The youngest sister added, "Even the heavens will hunt you down if you do. Uriel might be a small one, but his deeds have angered all. Some might say he is worse than the Morningstar himself."

Her words cast Uriel not just as a foe but as a nexus of divine wrath, a being whose actions had sown discord across the celestial and infernal realms alike.

In a symbolic gesture, she handed the Salamander a small statue, its faces alive with motion, a token of the knowledge and warnings shared. "Use this against the Baroness... It will help."

As the vision began to wane, the elder's voice pierced the fading scene, "And remember, let the Chosen of Fate do her work, else you risk a fate worse than death!" This final counsel underscored the importance of adhering to the paths laid out by destiny, a caution against the dire consequences of defiance.

Snapped back to reality, Lenny found himself back in the physical world, the core of the Primordial beast fully absorbed. The trance had not only offered him a glimpse into realms beyond but had also conveyed warnings of the trials ahead, particularly the impending confrontation with Uriel....