Satana. Hellstorm is not a qualified hell princess.

Although she inherited Marduke's devilish blood, she did not inherit the stubbornness and pursuit of power of her father.

She has been indulging in her life for more than 60 years, and her lifestyle is definitely worthy of her hell bloodline.

The rebellious sister who was favored by her brother once thought she would spend her whole life like this, but it was not until she joined the son of hell that the female half-demon was truly "turning back to justice".

But compared to her brother Damon joining the son of Hell, it is for the purpose of doing something big.

A large part of the reason why Satana joined the organization was blindly following her brother.

The other half of the reason is that she can't afford to offend Meilin...

Anyway, this half-demon girl, as Merlin said, is not an ambitious person.

But now, when facing a very difficult thing, she rarely takes the initiative to stand up.

Satana, wearing a red hood, walked in the molten palace of Marduke Hell.

This is a huge black building, and the whole thing is like a demon's head nestled under the Hell Mountains.

It has black steel angles pointing obliquely to the sky, and it looks extremely magnificent against the ever-burning magma around it.

Under the escort of a team of demons, Satana came to the front of the palace. She looked at the palace guarded by burning flames, and pursed her lips.

"Brother, your dream... I will protect it this time."

The daughter of Hell touched the bracelet on her wrist, and her eyes became more firm.

In Marduke's palace, no one dared to stop Satana.

Maharaja Malduk's "love" for his children has spread throughout the dimension of hell.

Even if Satana and Damon join forces to deceive their old father, Marduke never really punishes them.

But behind this almost "spoiled" relationship is the inevitable tragic life of the Hellstorm brother and sister in the future.

They knew from birth that one day their father would need their strength...

Freedom is just an illusion that never exists.

A despicable lie.

A bitch who is flirting but never touches him.

At least that's true for Satana and Dimon.

"Ah, my daughter is here to see me."

On the terrace at the highest point of the palace, the hell king Marduk was standing by the dominant terrace with his hands on his back. The tall devil looked at the world of hell that he was ruled by him.

His dark and huge wings hung behind him like a cloak.

He appeared in the form of a human, wearing a white robe.

But the slightly hideous claws and the swaying illusion of hell still represent its noble identity in hell.

"Father."

Satana took off her hood and walked towards her old father, her eyes calmed, even with a little hatred and just right disgust.

Woman...

Even no matter how unrestrained a woman is, she is definitely a natural actor.

"Why do you think of seeing me?"

Marduke looked down at his daughter. He was also 3 meters tall in human form. Satana stood beside him like a doll.

His face was filled with a disgusting expression of lovingness.

He said to Satana:

“Don’t you ‘enjoy’ life in the world?”

“I should have continued to enjoy it.”

Satana closed her eyes and said impatiently:

"But I heard that the battle between Hell Kings began, so I rushed back..."

"Okay, father, let's stop acting like a father, a filial son."

The rebellious daughter leaned on the black railing of the terrace in front of her, and she didn't even look at her father. She said in a very reckless tone:

"Dimon and I know that you are interested in the throne of Satan, and we guess that we have not had much time. Before you old guys start fighting for power, we juniors will definitely fight."

"I won't talk nonsense."

Satana gritted her teeth and said:

"I am willing to take the initiative to accept your recruitment and become the hell demon king under your command, but I have a condition!"

"Haha, let me guess."

Marduke seemed not surprised by the decision he made by his daughter.

He grabbed his chin with his claws, and he said playfully:

"Your request is to let me let your brother go? Right?"

Satana stood there expressionlessly, as if disdainful of answering this question, but Marduke said with a sigh:

"Oh, my poor silly girl."

"Your brother has hardly ever come back to see me in so many years because of your mother's teachings. He has made up his mind to part ways with me, and only you are still with me occasionally."

"Although you acted like nothing, Satana, my daughter, I know you better than anyone else."

"In your half-demon body, a heart that is gentler than your brother is still beating."

The Lord of Hell curled his lips:

"I have long guessed that you will make this choice if you are so gentle that you shouldn't belong to the devil."

"Speak less nonsense."

Satana snorted, she looked at her father without respect, and she said:

"You just say you agree or not?"

"certainly!"

Marduke chuckled, and the Lord of Hell reached out to touch his daughter's long white hair, and he whispered:

"How can I bear to reject my lovely daughter?"

"You go and have a rest first. The blood resuscitation ceremony takes time to prepare. Before that, I have to do one more thing, my daughter."

The Lord of Hell narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the sky, he said:

"If you and I are lucky enough, you don't need to go on stage and fight with other princes in hell and princesses. You will inherit my glory and become the most noble princess in this hell dimension."

"That would be the best gift I can give to my daughter."

Satana's eyes blinked at this moment.

hehe.

Her father's plan is perfect.

Unfortunately, he chose a less reliable executor.

Satana looked at her confident old father, and a faint hatred and pleasure flashed in her eyes.

Her adventure was worth it.

This proud and vicious old guy who imprisoned her and her brother for the first half of his life did not know that he was being targeted by a raven foraging.

he...

Already dead!

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Popocatepet Volcano, expressionless night jackal hovering above the scorching magma.

Beside her, the black wizard Neko Damus, who has always claimed to be "protective", stood on a stone in the volcanic magma with a cane and hunched over.

The scorching wind blew the long hair of the black wizard, full of scars and wrinkles, making him feel a little difficult to breathe.

But he was unwilling to miss the scene in front of him.

A greed light shines in his eyes.

He had reached a contract with the Lord of Hell. As long as he broke the armistice for Marduke and assassinated the Archangel who came to represent heaven, his mission would be completed.

He will receive the promised eternal life, and hell will no longer accept his soul.

Death and aging will leave him, and with enough time, plus the dark book in hand, a broad road leading to immortality is near.

Marduke will command his Hell Legion to level the world, but they will not stay here forever.

After the demon retreats, the world will usher in a new era, and Nekorodamus, this legend that ends the old world...
To be continued...