Devil Slave (Satan system)



Lenny looked Glenn right in the eyes as he said each word with meaning from the depths of his heart.

"Man was born for purpose. Mine is the order in chaos, the joy in pain, the life in death, and the rebirth by the destruction of my hands."

Lenny had not used either pressure or killing intent.

However, as he said those words, through his blue eyes, she could see a peek into the chasm of his soul.

Glenn was a witch, and as an elder witch, her abilities were unfathomable.

However, at this moment, she suddenly entered a trance, and within Lenny's sky blue eyes, she found herself being drawn in, and all she saw for Miles to the kissing of the horizon was an ocean of blood with patches of land made with corpses.

The corpses were of all kinds of creatures. It was a mixture of man, beast, even devils, and she could see what was once white wings now soaked red with blood.

An overwhelming sense of primal fear and trepidation filled her soul, and instinctively, her negative magic activated in defense, smacking him away from her.

Lenny flew across the room, hitting the hard wall behind him.

It was only after she had sent him flying that she realized what she had just done and immediately ran to him.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!! I don't know what happened to me there. It was not intentional... I... I." She panicked as she apologized.

However, Lenny stood up from the ground.

"Don't worry, it's alright. I was about to say that the walls were still intact," he gave her a knowing look. "Before I head for the Ethereal City, let me take you to the Ethereal Clouds."

She looked down at his sharp sword pointing at her, and a proud grin appeared at the side of her mouth.

Immediately, Lenny rushed her glistening body, and she too, wrapping her legs around his body as he turned her around and smacked her at the already smashed-in wall.

His organ once more stormed into her needy cave.

As their bodies entangled once more, the wall threatened to break, and her loud moans filled the room.

The pleasure he gave her replaced the dread in her heart from the vision she just had of a possibly terrible future.

.....

Lenny was having a great time, while someone else was not.

It was none other than Cuban. Ever since Lenny embarrassed him by destroying his town, he has not had peaceful days.

Most times, he would rather head out of town and into the wild to fight and kill devils.

It was the only way he could pacify his ever-growing anger.

Cuban was a blood demon.

Just as the description of his nature was stated, he found peace and relaxation in the spilling of blood.

On this particular day, he came back through the long hall that led to his ballroom.

He was in what many could recall as full body silver armor before he left.

This armor was inscribed at different parts with rune symbols that had the magical effect of making it very sturdy against attacks.

As a deep-level demon, anything he was going to be wearing armor against was either of the same level of strength or even worse.

The armor he wore could take a direct hit from a Rank 1 Hell beast and not be moved.

This was not a claim. It was tested in that light before it was given to him.

However, that armor was now dented at different points and even had holes that showed his deep injuries.

As he walked along the brightly lit hallway, the demons, in fear, did not even stay to bow in respect.

The easier option was to flee in fear.

Every step he took was heavy, and the unbridled aura of blood and death swarm about him, even leaving behind what looked like morphed souls with hollow faces, victims that had fallen by the malice of his fist.

Those that managed to stay were either strong enough to behold his aura or too scared at an instinctive level to even move.

He walked all the way to the door.

With a slight push of his finger, the doors were wide open.

Cuban stepped into the big hall.

Just ahead was Domani, pacing back and forth.

The moment Cuban entered, she could feel the wash of his savage aura instantly take hold of the room.

As he approached, his eyes focused on her.

She turned to him, and a slight frown appeared on her face. "He got stronger," she thought to herself. However, she quickly changed her expression, replacing it with a smile.

"I received your message from the battlefield. What is so urgent that you dug the guts to interrupt me from slaughter woman?" He asked with a frown on his face.

Domani stepped forward, trying her best to gather the courage to speak the words held up in her throat.

"They are two pieces of news. Both of which I believe you need to be more settled to hear."

Domani waved her hand at a demon shaking at the knees by the side.

Instantly, the demon rushed forward with the sliver tray that held a big bronze goblet on it.

This goblet was decorated on all sides with gladiators fighting each other.

This was Cuban's goblet.

However, the demon was still ten meters away when his legs suddenly went weak and he fainted.

However, before the goblet would fall to the ground with the fainted demon, she caught it with her reptilian tail and presented it to him.

Cuban took it, and with heavy gulps, he poured it all into his mouth.

As he drank, Domani went about losing the armor around his body.

"Earlier today, I felt my liver return to me. It's part of my body by which I contracted to Minnie the Witch."

*Boom!*

A blast of Blood Aura sent her flying across the room.

Cuban turned to her, "You little Wench!"