Devil Slave (Satan system)



"Boy, I am about eight hundred years old. The things I know and am capable of will mock the aura of death you wear so proudly." Ella waved a hand. "So strip it when you are in my presence."

The instant she waved her hand, Lenny suddenly felt lighter.

This was not a feeling that came from his immersion in the water.

No! It came from his mind, soul, and heart.

He couldn't help but take in deep breaths of air that felt very refreshing.

However, to say he relaxed more would be a Lie.

A killer like Lenny had killed and killed for so long and so much that he unconsciously carried an aura about him.

This was not his intentional killing Intent but an accumulation of curses by both man and beast that came from pure hatred and grievance.

It was a cry of suffering that they showered on Lenny after they left the world.

It was so potent and yet so faint that only very elite individuals who had caused near-similar levels of death could feel it.

Even the dogs at Father Black's Town had not sensed it with their instincts until he actively released it.

However, Ella had not only seen through it but tore it open like a curtain. She had alienated it with only a wave of her hand.

She was obviously a very frightening person.

"You said that you are a Nephilim." Lenny changed the subject.

"Yes, I am. But it's not what you think. Angels having offspring with mortals is no easy task. It's even worse as the generations progress. However, I am a Nephilim. A second-generation Nephilim. My Father was a Nephilim, and my mother was human."

"Are you..."

"Immortal?" She chuckled lightly, "That's a far way to put it. At least to humans, I am."

As she talked, the maids washed her body.

One of them seemed to have touched a sensitive spot, and Ella gave a seductive look before pulling the maid's head to one of her boobs.

As she nibbled on it, Ella relaxed her head back to the sensual enjoyment.

All the while, Lenny watched.

"I have...hmmm," she moaned slightly. "I have been called a god, a superhero, and, of course, an angel. It all depends on the era."

"How did you come to be? I mean, how did you come to be in Ciri's Domain?"

"CIRI'S!?" She stopped the maid, saying, You got it wrong. Ciri's domain is anchored to mine. This land, this town, It is all mine. Ciri's Domain is just formed around it."

She motioned a circle with a finger, describing what she meant, then she pulled the maid's head back to her chest.

"Why? No! How did a Nephilim of holy power have a relationship with a Witch of Negative magic?"

"I see you figured it out. Not bad." Ella complimented.

"Figure out?" Lenny thought to himself, "That sh*t is the first thing anyone sees entering your house. It isn't that hard to figure out."

Ella's look suddenly became serious as she stared at Lenny. Even though the maid did not stop sucking on her breast, it surprisingly did not interrupt the look in her eyes.

"We met about two hundred years ago. This was about fifty years before the First World War.

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At the time, Ella was a Hunter for hire.

Her specialty lay in hunting down supernatural events at a level that was considered threatening to the world.

A being as powerful and important as her was a secret only very powerful countries knew about.

Her pay for every mission she took at the time could cover a small country's national budget for two years.

For this reason, she was rarely called upon.

For a long time, world governments and the true elites that ruled over countries knew about the supernatural world, but the sanity of the world was to be maintained.

After all, times were very fragile, and allies could turn enemies over night.

However, she was called in for a mission unlike any other she had seen.

It was about a small country.

This country, by some means or another, had gotten its founding, and their military had practically doubled in strength, authority, and capability over night.

However, a few years after this sudden growth, when their capabilities began to be recognized by other countries, the country in question suddenly had a blackout of life that spread across the land.

The people did not exactly die.

No! They became undead.

This was a country of two million people, and in one night, they had all become undead.

Ella's expertise was employed for the job.

She was dropped right in the center of it all.

According to the report she was given, the source of it all was what was supposed to be the king's palace.

The undead looked fleshy, but as a child of holy power, her aura was a strong bane to them.

Aside from some stubborn ones that required special attention, it was no problem at all for her.

All she had to do was slaughter when it was necessary.

This was just another job—a walk in the park for very big pocket money.

On getting to the palace House, she traced the rich source of negative Magic to a secret bunker deep within the ground.

The zombies in this region were far more corrupted, hinting at her that her opponent was a very powerful witch.

Although it was called a bunker, this place was practically a research facility.

Some Zombies were in chains hung on a wall.

On different tables, some zombies had been dissected for their innards to be studied.

They were brains in cylinder tubes in different areas, and many of them had all sorts of wires connected to them.

This was a lab that did research on the undead.

It was no wonder that the entire country got infected.

Ella was willing to dismiss the entire thing as an unfortunate event and go home. However, that was when she heard it.

It was singing...

(Author's note: I really hope you guys don't mind these few side stories. But I believe it gives deeper meaning to the overall story. Please let me know in the comments.)