Devil Slave (Satan system)

….. Present day (new world )…..

Lenny walked out through the door.

As he did, his mind seemed to play tricks on him, and the scene of the corridor on fire merged with the scene of soul devils advancing towards for him.

He just couldn’t help it.

He had held it back for so long that even a transmigration from one world to another could not quench the hurt in his soul.

A pain buried so deep in hopes that it would heal with time, or at least he could forget about it.

Rather, all it had done was evolve with time to a ball of struggle, hate and even fear.

From the moment he entered the second level, that ball had been poked.

But he had still been able to hold it back.

After all, he had the distraction of having to fight and hide.

However, that room and stain of blood on that bed was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

Lenny remembered what A222 said.

The Soul Devils took memories from one’s mind and use it against them.

He had expected anything.

Even if it was about his mother, he would not have cared.

After all, he was the person that sent her back to her maker.

However, it was entirely different when it came to Catherine.

This was the one time in his life that he actually felt guilt, and now, he was reliving it again.

The moment the Soul devils saw him, they rushed at him.

All of them in their unnaturally malignant faces, twisted beyond mortal capability or recognition.

They gave the same attraction as a spoilt bowl of noodles, weeks old, with fungus and worms growing on it.

Yet in this moment, Lenny did not feel disgust for them.

Instead, he felt disgust for himself. He could not help the crawling of hate he had towards himself.

They swarmed him like drone bees the queen during mating.

Covering every inche of his body like the flames of a burning bush.

They did not straight up attack him like they did before.

It was almost as if they could sense his sin, and his willingness for redemption at the suffering of their jaws.

Then again, Soul Devils were sensitive to matters concerning the soul.

With a Soul like Lenny’s that had sin as fresh as the yellow river itself.

They were going to peel him step by step before diving in for the buffet he presented.

After all, this was a man with skill that made him a forerunner for Death’s slaughter house.

An agent and distributor of pain and also humiliation of the strong, bold and power.

Truly a dish one should take their time with.

Every taste of him deserved to be savored in the mouth, and sweetness absorbed by the tongue.

However, Lenny’s pain could not allow it.

Like anyone feeling pain, he wanted true relief, but at the same time, he wanted the multiplication of it.

Did he deserve it?

No!

Regardless of all that had met their unfortunate end by his hands, he did not believe he deserved it, but for her.

Oh! For her! Even the depts of hell did not deserve the abomination of his unredeemable soul.

For her, eternal damnation was not a relieve he sort.

No!

It was a punishment he desired.

Like a newborn sucking its mother’s breast, squeezing tight for the sustenance of milk, he longed for it.

Such was the dept of the love turned pain he felt.

“COME AT ME YOU BASTARDS!!!” He screamed loudly. 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘭．𝑜𝘳𝘨

A scream so loud that even those sneaking into the Second Level could hear loud and clear.

Yes! They watched from a distance as the Soul devils enveloped him.

All of them in fear if taking that step to enter the second Level.

Lenny’s challenge at them for his soul had aroused their hunger even more.

They held it back no longer as they rushed at him.

Like starving orphans after a war, seeing a piece of white bread for the first time in forever.

They charged for his soul.

Meanwhile, at the Arena, the Arena masters all of them incredible demons in their own rights saw this and many of them questioned Lenny’s ability to use his head.

Cuban was no exception.

Lenny had just invited Hungry Soul Devils for his soul like he was hosting a party specially for their dinning.

This was as bold a move as it was clearly foolish.

Meanwhile the moment the Soul Devils rushed for him, the System rang loudly.

<Alert>

<Soul Defence at 55%>

<Soul Defence at 50%>

<Soul Defence at 45%>

<Soul Defence at…>

The warning from the Satan system came with every drop in defence.

Lenny was sick of hearing it.

“Satan System, remove soul Defence,” he ordered.

<Warning: Removal of Soul Defence is not advisable. Can result to…>

“Just REMOVE the fucking damn DEFENCE!!!”

<Soul Defence Removal in progress. Removal in 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1 Remo…>

*BOOM!*

Lenny could not even hear what the Satan System said any more.

It felt as though he had suddenly been thrown into the Ocean during a storm on a little Canoe, and all he had to paddle was a spoon on each side.

He was overwhelmed and like the slow dying of a candle, he felt the gradual extinguish of his soul.

The Soul Devils were taking Huge gluttonous bites of it.

Every sink of their tainted teeth in him was as excruciating as being fried alive.

Like a swarm of tiny fire ants, enjoying the taste of foreign flesh in their Mandibles.

They ate at him.

At first the pain was unbearable, after a while, he frowned.

This was rubbish!

Lenny had been through a lot of shit in his life, and specifically went to a school Called the Monastery of Pain and Pleasure.

This was a school that proved that whether it was pain or pleasure, they were truly somethings worse than death.

This was a place that every meal was accompanied by a different kind of hurt or satisfaction, blurring the lines between the two and playing with them like a clown Juggling rusted knives.

He wanted excruciating redemption and all they could provide for him was this?

Could this even account for a proper night cap in that Monastery?

Even though the pain of a million tiny flaming teeth dug through his soul, he did not feel like.it was enough.

In fact, it rose something else inside him.

It awoke a beast that only showed itself when in true dedication to adventurous slaughter.

It awoke his wrath.

This was not anger that the Soul devils hurt him or ate at his soul.

No!

It was anger at how sloppy a job they were doing.

After Bringing his past to the surface.

After arosing his need for retribution and redemption.

After making him feel guilty, and his eyes even watered at forgotten memories.

Yet, they only gave him this trash?

It was like seeing a sexy, young beauty on the internet with incredible curves and a big burst on her chest, and courting her for months just to taste and enjoy her cherry, only to meet her with months of accumulated horniness and discover it was all camera filter.

No ass, sagging chests and a face that reminded one of his grandmother.

Surely, anyone would be enraged to stupidity levels.

Lenny was in such a state.

“YOU FUCKING MORONS!!!” Lenny’s soul seemed to develop teeth of its own.

It was small and compared to this lot, it was weaker, but Anger was an emotion that was always powered by unexplainably strength and Zeal to conquer.

As the teeth of the Soul Devils bit into him, so did he.

He took big aggressive bites of them.

It had suddenly become a competition of who had the bigger, sharper teeth, and of course, who was more Gluttonous.

This was like a group of Lions fighting.

Except that only one Lion was facing against all the other Lions.

If Souls could bleed, then a river of red would have filled the place.

One look and it was clear that the Soul Devils were overtaking Lenny, and with their bites, they were consuming him.

However, an even closer look and something else was clear.

The more Lenny ate of them, the bigger he got.

The more aggressive bites he took, the bigger and sharper his teeth got, which in turn allowed him to take even deeper and bugger bites.

This circle continued over and over again, until something amazing happened.

The Dynamic had suddenly changed.

Lenny’s Size was growing and the size of the Soul Devils was reducing steadily.

As he ate, he screamed angrily at them, “you fuckers cannot even give true suffering! And you dare call yourselves Soul Devils. This Daddy will show you how to eat a soul with maximum efficiency.”

He chomped on them like a delicacy he had missed.

As he did, the Satan system gave steady alerts.

<1 Kill>

<2 Kills>

Steadily the numbers progressed.

And then, it went above the required number.

But Lenny did not stop. In his Anger, he felt real shame for these Devils.

After all, they couldn’t even give me true pain that he desired.

He had forgot that the goal of the Monastery of Pain and Pleasure was to Truly over come Pain.

From the Start, these Soul Devils could not give him the Redemption in hurt that he seemed.