Devil Slave (Satan system)



The moment Lenny said that word, Bodat shived right from his spine.

It was as if the sky had suddenly decided to shine green instead of the yellow ray of the sun.

It was practically unbelievable, yet he was seeing it.

He was seeing it right before his eyes.

The kind of torture Lenny had gone through could have made any 'Organic' lesser demon repent of their ways.

Cuban was a descendent of a royal family. He was also a blood demon to add to that equation.

This meant that the things he had done to Lenny were practically out if this world, and yet, in all these things, the first word that came from Lenny's mouth was NO!?

Cuban walked forward.

His hooves stamping hard at the ground as he advanced towards Lenny in obvious anger.

Cuban grabbed Lenny by the chest, fingers sinking into his breast as he lifted him up by the skin of his burnt chest.

If one did not look properly, it would have been easy to believe that Cuban was lifting Lenny up by a red skin-tight T-shirt.

However the drops of blood escaping the wounds would prove otherwise.

Cuban looked Lenny in the eyes, and then surprisingly, he smiled.

Cuban let him go.

"Bring them in," he ordered.

Bodat immediately hurried outside, and when he came back in, he ushered a small group of people into the room.

This group of people that had been ushered in caught Lenny's attention.

Cuban was a demon. 

When it came to having what they wanted, demons used any and every means to their disposal.

They was no restriction on instruments, whether such methods were inhumane or not was not their business.

Before Lenny, was any person he had so much as remotely shown favour or had any sort of relationship with.

His mother from the F class was here, E701, who was the old-half-rat man from the E class was here, A222, A123 and lastly, C888 was also here.

They were all brought before him, and made to kneel on the ground.

Lenny sighed at this.

Cuban walked before them.

As he did, their breathing was heavy, and they all bowed their heads, not making eye contact with him.

Cuban did not rush, and took his time gently.

One step at a time, walking back and forth before them.

Any time he would linger too long before any of them, their breathing would accelerate.

Cuban was not just their Arena master.

For people that were born, and lived here all their lives in service to this Demon, he was practically their god.

"I heard that in the old world, there was a game amongst the most daring of humans," Cuban stretched his hand over their heads.

His long fingers only slightly brushing against their hair.

He turned to Lenny, "not that you would know it, but it was called Russian roulette."

Lenny frowned.

Cuban did not know, but Lenny was well aware of the Daring game that involved pointing a revolver with one bullet at the chance of fate to one's own head and pulling the trigger.

Lenny himself having a knack for the exciting thrill against death it brought had played this game once or twice before.

However, he was also aware of the dangers of it.

Cuban signalled to Bodat and the demon hurried forward with a hand gun.

On first sight, Lenny recognized the gun.

This was a Classic Peace Maker 45.

It had a very long barrel of 7½ inches, made of iron which led to a iron cylinder, and down a wood pistol grip.

It had obviously been kept in good conditions. They was no rust and even the customized markings on its body were still intact.

It was a typical old model gun, however considering the current times, this was an antique weapon.

This, Lenny had to admit was a show of incredible taste.

Cuban was obviously a person that liked to keep Human Antiquity.

Then again,this was not the time to admire.

As a person that had used several methods on torturing people, he could tell that Cuban was trying to figure him out.

He had already tried torture, but Lenny had the Pain and Pleasure technique from his past life. 

That was as useless as claiming to tickle him with a massage to death.

Now, Cuban was trying out another method of persuasion.

Lenny knew exactly what he wanted from him.

Cuban wanted him to activate the Darkline magic in these babies.

Lenny refused to do this.

Cuban was therefore looking for a means of control.

After all, every man had a weak spot. 

Cuban remembered that Lenny had good relationship with his teammates from the dungeon and sort to use this against him.

Cuban took the pistol from Bodat's hands.

He turned to Lenny explaining the rules as he opened the chamber and placed just a bullet in the barrel.

The first person he pointed it to was E701's skull.

"The bullet in this gun as been modified. It is nothing like the lousy bullets your feeble ancestors used. Observe!"

*BAM!*

E701's head explored like a watermelon.

Lenny frowned harder as he watched the headless corpse fall to the ground.

Truly, this was not the normal bullet he knew. 

After all, Half-borns were half demons. 

Normal bullets will at most tickle their skin.

This was some special bullet specifically designed for killing demons.

As the blood from E791's head bathed the place in it's disgusting red, the babies in the room frightened by what the loud sound of the shot started crying.

However, Cuban waved his hand and their mouths were all shut.

Once more displaying the vastness of his power.

Cuban placed another bullet inside the barrel. This time around, he spinned the chamber once.

Then he pointed it at C888's head.

Cuban turned to Lenny, "Do it!"

"No!"

Immediately, Cuban pressed the trigger.

Meanwhile, C888 shut his eyes tight in expectancy.

*Click!*

Fortunately, nothing happened.

Cuban smiled. Apparently, C888 had some good luck.

He then walked around a bit, not rushing, and nothing being too fast either.

He looked at Lenny's mother.

"Hmmm, if I remember currently, you were willing to go against one of my demons for this one. Your mother, if I remember, right?"

He spun the chamber once more and pointed it at her head....

(Author's note: A lot of you are probably angry about what is happening right now, but pls sit back and enjoy it step by step...)