Devil Slave (Satan system)



The Magistri could not believe what he was seeing. 

Every where he looked was filled with Chaos. 

The demons were ripping each other apart like they had some invisible curse plaguing at their souls and they desperately needed to pull it out.

All forms of destruction and brutality expressed itself in total and utter disorder.

The Magistri frowned, "D999! What have you done?"

Lenny shrugged his shoulders, "it wasn't me! I was with you the whole time, remember? Cutting and slicing your fellow Magistris." Lenny made a Butchering sign with his hands in the air.

However, his eyes still snitched as he looked towards A123 far away in Cuban's Luxury box. 

The Magistri instantly understood and looked that way. 

"YOU!" He Frowned as he kicked against the ground in an attempt to head for A123.

However, Lenny immediately appeared before him, blocking his Path. 

An incredible round horse kick went straight for the Magistri's face. 

The Magistri leaned back just in time, only barely dodging the attack.

However, the wave from Lenny's kick scraped against his face. 

The Magistri took a step back. He could feel a little sting across his face. 

Subconsciously, he touched it. 

To his surprise, that kick had scraped a part of his skin.

At the moment, he was bleeding. 

The Magistri suddenly waved his hand and three other Magistris appeared from the portal. 

Each one of these ones were of Rank 4 lesser demon strength. 

Lenny chuckled at the thought of their appearance. 

He was also a rank Four, but when it came to power, Quality was always better, and the quality of power he carried was only rivaled by the heavens themselves. 

Lenny kicked against the ground, Manta's Hammer hand appearing in his hand. 

He dodged the first attacker, and then the second, maneuvering through them like they were kids chasing an adult in a park. 

He dodged the first two and arrived at the last one. 

His left leg stretched and his right leg bent to allow him generate maximum force from the ground, as he burnt Magic points to create a blast of white flames.

His right hand with the momentum propelled by the zeal for destruction, launched with an uppercut. 

*Boom!* 

White flames accompanying the Hammer bashed the jaw of the magistri.

It was only one hit, but that was all it took. Then again, that was all that was neccessary.

The Magistris head exploded like a Pinata that had be given the perfect hit. 

However, lenny was not yet done. 

Before the Magistri before him could fall, he jumped and bounced on its body with both legs, using the headless magistri to Propel himself towards the two that he had skipped behind. I think you should take a look at

Lenny was burning Magic points, and the white flame about his body like a forest fire was evidence that he did not plan on stopping any time soon. 

His hands opened up in the air, like a gymnast gliding through the air, before an impressive somersault. 

He was so flexible, and moved in the air so effortlessly that one would have the impression that he was a fish flowing through water.

He landed right on the shoulder of one of his assailants. 

His weapon striking down with so much speed that the white flames about the Hammer gave the slight illusion that lenny was bringing down Lightning from the very heavens. 

*Boom! Boom!! Boom!!!*

Three consecutive and highly precise strikes on the same spot of the head.

Of course after the first hit with the hammer and the way the forehead bent inwards, it was questionable whether it was really all hits on the same spot, but with Lenny's level of precision that was at an incredible high, it most likely was.

After which he kicked downwards and landed on the head of the next magistri. Just as one would expect, he gave very precis hits right on the head. 

Lenny Laughed wildly as he did this. 

He felt like a child having discovered the fun of Whack 'O' Mole.

The rank Six magistri watched this in absolute Bafflement. 

For his Last Victim, Lenny did not stop hammering on the head. 

Again and again and again. He bashed it.

Even after the head looked like dog feaces that had been accidentally stepped on on the road, he did not stop. 

His white flame blazing heavily to the sky.

By the time he was done, he stood up slowly. 

All that was remaining was a Charred, bloody corpse. 

Lenny wiped the fake sweat that ran down his face, as he turned to the Magistri of Rank 6 Lesser Demon Rank. 

"Wooo! Forgive me," he Chuckled a bit as he breathed heavily, "I got a little carried away there. You see, you and that guy kind of have the same face, and I always wanted to smash it in a bit."

Lenny Chuckled some more as he took one step at a time, approaching the Magistri.

However, the Magistri could not believe what he was seeing.

Lenny had just destroyed a Rank 4 lesser demon like he was a child that had discovered a new method of killing rodents. 

According to what the Magistri knew, Lenny should at most be rank 2. And even that was incredible. After all, he had climbed thus far from the F Class in only a few months. 

Such massive level of growth was beyond incredible. Lenny was practically a power growth monster.

"D999, What kind of a Reminder are you?" The magistri asked. 

Lenny Chuckled lightly as he waved a finger in rejection. "You see I always wanted to correct that. Besides, I really don't like playing House with you guys. Your Rules are shitting. The name is not D999. It is Lenny Tales."

As Lenny said those words, The Alphabet markings that signified his name on his skin was slowly burnt away. 

Meanwhile the Magistri could not believe what he just heard. Lenny had just named himself...

(Author's note: Finally, the name is back. Let the real action begin)