"Yes... wait, there wouldn't be an explosion during this process, right?"

  "Well then, you can continue"

  For the next 10 minutes, nothing happened, but slowly smoke started forming in front of Lucifer.

  As smoke gradually wafted in front of Lucifer, anticipation filled the air. From within the swirling haze emerged a figure, commanding immediate attention. Tall and imposing, he exuded an aura of tranquil power that enveloped the surroundings.

  His flowing white hair cascaded like a gossamer veil, framing a face of striking features against his deep ebony skin. Ethereal eyes, with a soft glow within their depths, held the power to captivate.

  Adorned in garments befitting his commanding presence, he donned a robe woven from the purest strands of moonlight. Its silvery luminescence shimmered, capturing the essence of a starlit night sky. Delicate embroideries of celestial constellations adorned the fabric, their intricate patterns whispering secrets of his enigmatic nature.

  The robe, a masterpiece of elegance and poise, draped him in an aura of serenity. Yet, concealed within its ethereal threads, lay subtle reminders of an underlying fury. This harmonious guise, infused with glimpses of restrained intensity, served as a constant reminder of the storm that could be unleashed when provoked.

  At his side, his chosen weapon resided, sheathed in a scabbard suspended from a waist sash. The weapon, a long and slender sword, emanated an undeniable authority. Its blade bore intricate engravings depicting intertwining fire and lightning, a testament to its origin from the very elements themselves. It mirrored the fiery intensity of his wrath, patiently waiting for the moment of its release, ready to unleash chaos upon the world.

  As Lucifer observed the figure's emergence, an involuntary shiver coursed through his being. There was an undeniable enigma to this being that defied simple categorization. Beneath his outward composure, Lucifer sensed a restrained storm, a tempest yearning for release.

  Inclining his head with respect and reverence, the figure approached Lucifer, slowly kneeling before him. With utmost humility, he spoke, "I offer my humble greetings to my creator, Lord Lucifer."

  Lucifer, taken aback by the commanding presence of the figure, momentarily paused. However, he quickly calmed his nerves and regained his composure, maintaining the face befitting a devil ordering his subordinates.

  "Hmm, good. Now, wait outside the house until I say so," he commanded firmly.

  The being made from William's soul quickly stood up, performed another bow to Lucifer, and swiftly exited the house as instructed.

  "He sure has the presence to make people uneasy," Lucifer remarked, exhaling a tense breath as he felt the lingering effect of the being's aura.

  "System, tell me what's the situation with him. Does he remember his life as William?" Lucifer inquired, seeking clarification on the being created from William's soul.

  "Well, that's good to know, but System, you didn't answer my question"

  "Huh, isn't it similar to what happened to me?" Lucifer asked feeling somewhat sad for William.

  "Well, that's good, at least... or is it?"

  Shaking his head to clear his conflicting emotions, Lucifer asked the system, "Does he also have a system?"

  "Can you show me his stats or his status window, something that can give me information about him?"

  "What?!! He has a lifespan of 200 years?"

  Lucifer couldn't help but notice the stark contrast in lifespan between himself and his new subordinate Wrath. While Wrath possessed a lifespan of 200 years, Lucifer, as the Master, only had approximately 90 hours of lifespan remaining.

  "You! You! System, tell me, was I your most hated enemy in my previous life or something? Why do you keep doing this to me?"

  "You directly made him a Qi Condensation Cultivator, and now you are lecturing me about their lifespan"

  "(cough)....Well, uh, is he gonna cultivate like a regular human, or does he use these... uh, Wrath Points? And, uh, what the hell are these Wrath Points anyway?"

  "Ahhh, why did you name him Wrath? Now it's becoming 'wrath, wrath, wrath' all over the system messages. Why did you name him in the first place?....... Wait, now that I think about it, did you have any influence on me when I was choosing my own name?"

  Taking this as his cue, Lucifer decided to redirect his attention towards Henry's soul. However, he soon encountered a significant challenge as Henry's soul displayed an "Unexpressed Confession" as its obsession. Unfortunately, both Lucifer and the system were unable to ascertain the specifics of this unexpressed confession.

  Lucifer made numerous attempts to entice Henry's soul, but none of his efforts seemed to have any effect.

  Frustrated and unable to make further progress, he reluctantly made the decision to temporarily set aside Henry's soul within the system and shift his focus towards Frederick's soul instead.

  Frederick's soul retained his familiar appearance, yet his countenance was consumed by an overwhelming sense of regret. His face drooped low, devoid of any semblance of pride or even the most fundamental self-respect. It was as if he had committed an act just before his death that fundamentally contradicted his very essence.

  Before commencing his soul enticement session with Frederick, Lucifer decided to pose a question to the system, "Will the promises and statements I make during this process, be remembered by the subordinates afterwards?"

  With this doubt resolved, Lucifer decided to unleash his enticing tactics without restraint.

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  "Oh, weary soul, lost in the shadows of your shattered pride, hear the beguiling invitation that transcends the mortal realm. I, Lucifer, extend my hand to you, offering redemption in the depths of darkness.

  Cast away the chains that bind you, for in my dominance, your pride shall be restored to its fullest glory. Embrace the infernal flames that dance with untamed passion, for within them lies the power to reshape your destiny.

  As my loyal subordinate, you shall revel in the unrivaled authority bestowed upon you. No longer shall you be a mere mortal, but a beacon of infernal might, commanding legions and dictating the fates of both men and gods.

  Immerse yourself in the opulence and splendor of my sovereignty, where pleasure and indulgence know no bounds. Untold riches, unquenchable desires, and a throne befitting your newfound stature shall be yours to command.

  But remember, dear soul, the price of your pride's resurrection. Pledge your unwavering loyalty to me, and your essence shall forever be entwined with the shadows. Your mortal existence shall be forfeit, and your soul shall eternally dance in the macabre symphony of the damned.

  So, forsaken soul, seize this ethereal offer that kindles the flames of your tarnished pride. Embrace the darkness, and let your name echo through the ages as a testament to your undying power. Surrender to me, and together we shall redefine the very concept of pride itself."

  As Lucifer finished speaking, he lifted his gaze and found Fredrick's soul staring directly at him, his eyes filled with longing. Taken aback by this unexpected connection, Lucifer was about to inquire with the system if he had successfully enticed Fredrick's soul. However, before he could do so, a chilling voice pierced the air, causing his blood to run cold.

  "YOU!," Frederick's soul spoke, "is it true? Will you truly restore my pride?"

  The words struck Lucifer like a thunderbolt, leaving him momentarily stunned. Before he could fully grasp the situation or consider his response, he found himself uttering the word "Yes" in the same enticing tone he had used before. The word escaped his lips almost involuntarily, a reflexive reaction to the intensity of the moment.

  "NO, I mean yes...... System, what is happening? Didn't you say that the souls wouldn't be able to talk back to me?"

  Just as the system's message concluded, a swirling gust of wind began to gather around Frederick's soul.

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