Devil Slave (Satan system)



"Good! Good!!" The young demon brat nodded again and again.

Then he turned to the slaves at his feet.

He pointed at the female.

"You... you are female, right?"

The female slave nodded like a pecking chicken. Seeing that her master asked, she naturally assumed he wanted to use her.

For her, this was good news.

At least if she gave him pleasure with her body, then she was going to get assurance of food and maybe a longer life.

"Turn around!" He ordered.

Immediately, she went on all fours. For her, this was not her first rodeo.

She knew how the demon masters liked to be pleased.

She arched her back as far as she could to present him with a good look.

However, to her disappointment, he only frowned, as he was not impressed.

However, this was to be expected.

These slaves were second-hand slaves and did not possess enough flesh on their bodies to be desirable.

Just when she thought that she had disappointed him and that the demon was going to order her death, he suddenly smiled, revealing his rows of bladed teeth.

"You know, I feel like watching some action. All of you, mount her ass."

For a second, they all paused and looked at him in surprise.

He lifted a brow at them. "Didn't you hear what I said? Fuck her!"

One of them suddenly spoke up, "But she is our mother!"

The young demon brat suddenly burst into laughter. As he did, so did the two guards.

"So you fuckers have morals? Van, do you believe this? It's their mother," he burst into laughter.

"This makes it more interesting. I tell you what, the first person to burst a nut in her gets to be eaten last."

Those words were motivation.

Instantly, two of them rushed at her as they mounted her, each struggling to decide who would take her first.

However, one person did not.

It was the slave who had hidden a knife.

All this while, he had been cutting at a weak link in the chain around his legs, expanding and weakening it some more.

"Hey! What about you? Do you want to be eaten first?"

However, he suddenly stood to his feet as he packed some sand in his hands. "I may be in chains, but unlike you vermin, I still have morals." He suddenly waved his hand, and a mass of sand poured on the faces of the demons.

Of course, his aim was their eyes.

This action of his had taken them by surprise, and when they looked again, he was already running far off into the distance.

The guards wanted to go after him, but the young demon brat stopped them.

This particular one, he was going to catch by himself.

With a leap into the air, he landed right in front of the unfortunate human.

He grabbed him by the hair, "You fucking trash... How dare you?"

The struggles did nothing for the possibility of his release.

However, he would not stop. He suddenly used the blade that had set him free. It was a small dagger with very intricate patterns on it and a blue sapphire stone at the center of its hilt.

Surprisingly, when he used the dagger, it made a cut on the demon's hand.

This made the young demon brat smack the knife away and give the slave a couple of slaps.

"I can see that you don't know your place. Don't worry, I'll show you. Let's see if your family thinks of you in the same light as you think of them."

He suddenly waved his hands, and the other human slaves, understanding the sign, rushed over.

The young demon brat looked at the three that rushed forward.

"If I remember properly, you all have not eaten in days, right?"

They all nodded.

"Good! This young master is feeling quite generous today. I have decided to gift you some food. In fact, it is meat."

He dragged the runaway slave into their midst.

His intention was obvious.

"Your survival is going to depend on what you do with the grace I now gift you."

The demon's words echoed in their heads: "EAT HIM!"

Even the young demon brat had expected some sort of hesitation.

Surprisingly, it was the female slave, who claimed to be their mother, who first mounted the 'presented dinner' and took a bite from his ear.

~AHHH~

He screamed his lungs out as he looked at his mother in surprise.

Before his eyes, she chewed his ear before swallowing it.

As she did, he saw a drop of tears fall from her eye.

At first, he was filled with confusion about this. After all, this woman had once suckled him from her chest.

They were harsh nights, much harsher than most, and she would hug him and tell him stories, giving him comfort in a better world.

Those nights, he would wonder about the sin of their existence and why they were left behind during the apocalypse.

However, his mother would still remind him of better days.

Yet she was the same person to first feast on his flesh.

Regardless of the surprised look he gave her, she dove in for another bite.

Once she started, the others also started.

He struggled and wanted to bite back or free himself, but one of his siblings smacked him in the head.

The lack of food for many days left him without much strength to begin with, and as he lay there, three very hungry people he once called his own family dined on his flesh.

As his eyes slowly went dark as he lost blood and body parts, he could hear the crunching sounds of them meticulously chewing at his meat.

He could even hear the loud SLURPING sounds of them licking his blood, evidence of their zeal to not let anything go.

However, at this point, his eyes suddenly lay on the dagger, with the sapphire stone not far away from him.

His blood flowed towards it, and with it, his wishes.

Such a combination was either mysterious luck or guided by divine hands.

After all, the mixture of the Blood Moon, a mysterious magical stone, and an aggrieved soul feasted upon by his own family made for a terrible combination....