Chapter 617 Holy Tool: Anguis

Chapter 617 Holy Tool: Anguis

Lenny's desperation echoed through the void, resonating with the cosmic forces that lay dormant within the fabric of reality.

In response, a profound hum permeated the nothingness, announcing the arrival of a formidable artifact into his grasp. It had appeared from the storage unit, a radiant glow cut through the darkness, revealing the manifestation of salvation: Anguis, the sacred pitchfork.

In his hand, Anguis materialized with an ethereal brilliance, a mesmerizing interplay of red hues that danced along its length.

The pitchfork exuded an otherworldly aura, pulsating with an energy that repelled the encroaching malevolence within the void. Runes adorned its surface, a dynamic tapestry that seemed to writhe and twist as if possessed by a life force of its own. Each glyph told a silent tale, an ancient script that whispered of cosmic power and divine purpose.

The entirety of Anguis was bathed in a resplendent red, a hue that seemed to defy the very nature of the void itself. Despite the absence of light, the pitchfork radiated an internal luminosity, casting a warm glow that fended off the oppressive darkness.

The sharp prongs at the fork's edge gleamed with an edge finely honed for a singular purpose: to pierce through the fabric of existence itself.

As Lenny beheld this divine instrument, a sense of awe and reverence washed over him.

Anguis, a holy relic in the arsenal of Lucifer Morningstar, bore the weight of celestial authority. Its presence alone commanded respect, driving back the nightmarish entities that dared to encroach upon Lenny's sanctuary. In the void's desolate expanse, Anguis stood not as a beacon of hope but rather, a kind of evil worse than the nightmarish creatures. A defiance even against the encircling abyss.

But that was not all. It was defiance even against Lenny that had summoned it. The three blades of the pitchfork suddenly morphed in the air, becoming serpents that lunged for Lenny who willed the artefact.

"Fuck!" lenny cursed.

Vandora's warning played in his head. Anguis was an Holy Toll, but it had a life of its own, not subject to its master's will and could only be wielded by one who has its acknowledgement.

Besides, the pitchfork was a part of a three piece artefact.

Anguis was an Holy tool much different than others, but at its full might and form, it was on the same level as the Sword of the Angel, Michael. noVe/lb(1n

Also, as it was now, its will had been further corrupted by its thousands of years in hell, and at the hands of the prince of darkness.

Meaning that Anguis was a far bigger enemy to Lenny than it was an ally.

As Lenny gripped Anguis with determination, a mystical transformation unfolded before him. The once-static pitchfork, now animated by divine energy, underwent a metamorphosis that defied the laws of common sense. The blades of the holy tool began to shift and contort, giving birth to three serpentine entities, each possessing a unique and menacing appearance.

The first serpent, distinguished by thorns adorning its sinuous form, manifested with an air of malevolence. Its two prominent horns crowned its head, and as it came to life, it grew to a size that rivaled Lenny himself. The serpent's yellow eyes bore into Lenny's reflection, a gaze that spoke of ancient wisdom and predatory intent.

The second serpent, the most imposing of all, materialized with an appetite for engulfing all in its path. Its maw opened wide, revealing rows of ethereal teeth as it surged forward, a force of nature prepared to swallow everything in its voracious hunger.

The third serpent emerged with a more familiar yet equally formidable form – that of a king cobra poised to strike. Its hood expanded, revealing the iconic pattern that adorned its scales. This serpent, with its regal yet deadly demeanor, coiled and uncoiled in readiness.

The trio of serpents, now animated embodiments of divine power, spoke with distinct voices that echoed in the void, each announcing its purpose to Lenny.

"I am Kill," declared the first serpent, its thorn-covered form coiling with an air of menace. Its yellow eyes, brimming with ancient wisdom, fixated on Lenny, emphasizing the potency of its predatory nature.

"I am Steal," the second serpent proclaimed, its maw wide open, revealing ethereal teeth ready to consume all in its path. It exuded an overwhelming sense of hunger and annihilation.

"I am destroy," hissed the second serpent, resembling a regal king cobra. Its hood expanded as if to showcase the intricate pattern adorning its scales, portraying an aura of authority and dominance.

As they spoke, the serpents turned their gaze collectively towards Lenny, their eyes filled with a predatory intensity. In unison, they conveyed a judgment that seemed to weigh Lenny's worthiness to wield Anguis and command their celestial might.

"And you are... not worthy," they hissed, their voices intertwining with a finality that hung in the air. The divine serpents, entities of Anguis, awaited a response from Lenny, their predatory eyes challenging him to prove his worthiness to harness the power they offered.

Together, the three serpents created a mesmerizing ensemble, each embodying a facet of celestial power. They hissed and writhed, their movements synchronized with the ebb and flow of the cosmic energies that surged through Anguis. Lenny stood at the epicenter of this divine manifestation, a conduit for the serpents' unleashed might.

Lenny found himself in awe of the serpents, their ethereal forms pulsating with divine power. However, a sense of unease gnawed at him as he realized he had no understanding of the criteria required to be deemed worthy by such celestial entities.

His mind raced, grappling with the daunting task of proving himself to these enigmatic creatures.

The silence that ensued felt pregnant with expectation, and Lenny was acutely aware of the impatience lurking in the serpents' predatory eyes.

The weight of the moment pressed heavily upon him, and he knew that the words about to leave his mouth would determine his fate—whether he would survive this surreal encounter or succumb to an unknown demise...

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