Devil Slave (Satan system)



Lenny emerged from the portal like a specter from a different realm, his ethereal appearance immediately capturing the attention of everyone around him. His once immaculate clothes were reduced to mere shreds, clinging to his body as if desperately trying to hold onto their former shape. Steam billowed from his form, an eerie dance of vapor that seemed to weave around him like ethereal tendrils, the residue of an otherworldly journey.

His flowing white hair cascaded down his back like a silken waterfall, gleaming like the moon on a cloudless night. Each strand seemed to capture the very essence of starlight, lending him an almost divine aura. His fair skin, untouched by the searing heat of the alien world he had just traversed, glowed with an otherworldly luminescence, casting a soft, radiant light around him.

Despite the remnants of his burnt attire, Lenny's physique was a marvel to behold. 

His body was sculpted with the precision of a master artisan, lean muscles rippling beneath his skin. Every movement he made was graceful as if he had borrowed the elegance of the cosmos itself. 

His eyes, the color of the clearest sapphires, held a depth that seemed to pierce the very fabric of reality, revealing a wisdom far beyond his years.

As he stood there, an enigmatic figure amidst the scorching heat, Lenny seemed to embody the surreal beauty of the unknown. 

Those who beheld him couldn't help but be captivated by his out-of-this-world presence as if he were a celestial being temporarily gracing their world with his mesmerizing existence. 

At this moment, the onlookers were not just witnesses to his arrival; they were entranced by the mysterious allure of a being who had transcended the boundaries of their understanding.

As Lenny moved forward, his legs bearing the evidence of a foreign world's soil, each step resonated like the thunderous roar of a thousand mighty beasts. The ground beneath him seemed to shudder in reverence, quivering as if acknowledging the arrival of a living force of nature. 

The air, already heavy with anticipation, seemed to hum with newfound energy as if the very atmosphere conspired to pay homage to his presence.

His aura, wild and untamed, stretched out in all directions, encompassing the Arena with a palpable intensity. It felt like a tempestuous wind, sweeping through the onlookers, tousling their hair, and sending shivers down their spines. The sensation was electric, a tingling on the skin that hinted at the extraordinary power he embodied.

As he continued his measured advance, the crowd could practically taste the charged air, a metallic tang of anticipation on their tongues. The very earth seemed to respond to his passage, the ground trembling beneath his feet, sending ripples through the sandy soil. Every step he took left an indelible mark, a testament to his otherworldly presence in a world unaccustomed to such ethereal grandeur.

In this moment, the Arena was not just a place of spectacle; it was a sanctuary of wonder and awe, with Lenny at its heart, an elemental force of nature made manifest. Every sense was heightened, every heartbeat quickened, as the world itself seemed to hold its breath in reverence for the being who had crossed worlds to stand there.

Everything that could breathe or carry life seemingly seemed to stand still as he walked forward. 

Each person had his own reason to wonder at his seemingly timely arrival. 

For the Elders, it was a lack of belief in what they were witnessing. 

This was most true for Elder Zod as he had been closest to the portal. he had seen the runes on the giant golden ring about the portal change. The Runes that permitted a one-way trip had been morphed into a two-way before their very eyes. 

This meant that Lenny had not broken through like many thought he did. Instead, he had changed the runes, but he had changed them from the other side, without so much as touching them.

"Imm... Impossible!" Elder Zod muttered. It was not his fault. In his world or limited thought process, what he had just seen was totally impossible. In fact, such a thing could only be spoken of in fairy tales. 

After all, these rings were crafted and runes drawn upon them by their best artisans. Many of them had so dedicated their lives to the carving of runes that some of them knew nothing else, not even to wash their own bum or drink water without assistance. 

Their brains did not have space for any more knowledge except for the Curving of runes. And even they had learned in a special subplane that had time run so fast, that a day on this plane was fifty years on the subplane. 

Practically speaking, these Artisans had given all their lives to rune Carving. 

It was only such dedication that could allow these people to have the gift of carving runes. 

And these were Werewolves. Meaning that their bloodline even helped them speed up the learning process. A normal person would easily run mad than carve out one simple rune. 

Every edge and corner of a rune was an immaculate piece that added to its overall perfection. 

Elder Zod remembered that he had tried watching how a rune was carved one time a long time ago and his mind was left in awe and his heart raced at the level of concentration that was required. 

This was also not putting into account the level of both mental and physical preparation that was put in before the process. 

And yet, Lenny had changed not just one or two but an entire set of runes without touching them, and from the other side of the portal.

Elder Zod could not help but believe that everything he knew about the world had suddenly turned upside down. 

While he contemplated this, there were those in the audience that contemplated other things. 

After all, they could all see his muddy feet. One could not get muddy feet from the Tundra Sub plane. It was impossible because...