Devil Slave (Satan system)

Lenny with some effort, pulled brutally at her hand.

“AHHH!!!” She screamed as her arm was uprooted from its shoulder.

It was not any different from the way she removed her own body parts to be used as weapons, but for some reason, it hurt more when it was Lenny that did it.

*Pursshhh*

Blood poured like oil from the wound.

“Wow!” Lenny exclaimed.

He did not expect such an amount of blood to flow from the wound. 𝚍ｎ𝚘ｖ𝚕.𝚝

It was a bit surprising and funny to look at.

Manta looked tired and her eyelids were starting to close. Sweat gathered on her forehead and her breathing was very rough.

She was currently at her wit’s end, and Lenny could clearly see that she had accepted the end of her faith.

“No! No!! No!!! You don’t get to die so easily. Not after the pain you blessed me with. What kind of a person do you think I am? A promise is a promise, my dear.

“But don’t worry! I assure you that this Death that you did not give yourself to for most of your life would become the greatest desire you have ever had!”

After saying this, he placed a hand on her head.

The absorption of souls was fuel for the Satan system to repair his body. Ironically, it also served as a refill for his magic points.

After absorbing the souls of the dead to make up for lost power, Lenny’s mind had been opened up to more possibilities of the Satan system.

One of them was that he could actually mix some of his skills and Titles to produce certain desired results.

One of them was what he was about to do.

Lenny placed a hand on Manta’s head and directed the Satan system to use his Magic points to Specifically target the Razor’s true name poison in her veins.

For Lenny, such a level of control would not have entirely been easy. After all, the white flame would have to separate the burning of flesh from the poison and separate the burning of her blood from the poison.

But he had the Satan system for direction and inhuman precision.

Besides, he was very determined to fulfil his promise to her.

There was no way he was going to let Manta leave for the afterlife without giving her a taste of her own medicine.

And behold the beginning of the first painful process.

Manta’s body went up in white flames as Lenny’s magic points went down.

What ate at the magic points this time around was the detail in target and precision.

She screamed in pain for a while as the white flame evaporated the poison from every vein, artery, tissue, and organ of her body.

This in itself was an excruciating process. After all, this was the poison of a True name.

No matter, it was nothing compared to the white flame of the first of the Fallen.

As the poison burned, it needed a method of leaving her body, and without a centralised outlet, it left through her skin, breaking tiny tiny holes like needles pushing from inside out.

It left tiny perforated holes all over her body like the holes of a beehive.

It separated her skin into unnatural bits.

This warranted another heavy scream.

However, even her orifices were not exempted from the poison escape, making her screams change octave and pitch like an opera singer hitting an extremely bad note on stage.

After a while, the screaming stopped, and her body actually felt better.

Now that the poison was gone, it was actually easier for her muscles to tighten on the parts where bleeding occurred.

This was something her body did on reflex as a means of survival.

If ever given the choice, the human body would always pick preserving life as would any living thing.

Given that her body her grown very far in strength, such a reflex action to preserve itself was understandable.

Manta panted on the ground.

Her breathing was rough, but her entire body felt relief.

She would have even thanked Lenny if not for the excruciating process she had to go through to achieve this.

However, Lenny was far from done with her.

What he needed was for her to be alive long enough for the entire process of torture he was going to dish out.

What he had done, was not out of fondness for her.

It was a method of ‘preserving the meat to reserve its sweet taste when served up for dinner’.

Lenny walked up to Razor’s corpse and bent over.

He rummaged through the dissected corpse. after a while, he found what he was looking for.

Luckily, Half born meat was tough and the digestion process was halted at the point of death.

Also, by some luck, she had not cut through the stomach when she diced him.

In Lenny’s blood hand was the part of her body that Razor had eaten.

Manta watched this, and what happened next surprised her even more.

Lenny walked up to her and turned her over. And then he began his work.

Using One of his Katanas to sharpen a finger bone from Razor’s corpse that he shaped like a needle.

Even Coco watched what this half born that had obviously won did and was speechless for words.

Lenny sterilized the bone needle with his white flame and also sterilized the muscle fibre he used as a thread from Razor’s body.

And then he went to work on sewing the formerly swallowed part once more to her body.

For a few minutes into the process, Manta could not help but have a favoured opinion of Lenny.

As he did this, he whispered his favorite working tune.

As usual, it was Thriller by Michael Jackson from his old life.

Coco watched Lenny with incredible interest.

Lenny had done the work carefully.

Aside from her limbs, he had gone as far as to sew together every cut that Razor made on her body.

Of course, this on its own was another excruciating process.

But her body hungered for survival and it worked on quickly healing, and mending with the parts that Lenny sewed together.

After which he sewed the areas of her limbs to stop bleeding.

By the time he was done, she was just a torso.

Lenny looked at her and chuckled lightly.

He walked up to Coco, “Mister barman, do you still have some of that good wine of yours? I’m a bit parched after all that work.”

Coco had a feeling that he had just met a very interesting person. One that he would never forget for a very long time.

“Since you like it so much, I don’t mind gifting it to you.”

He waved a hand and threw Lenny the entire bottle. Lenny thanked him and drank a mouth full. He sighed in joy, and then a malicious grin stained his face as he looked at Manta.

“Now, you are ready for the real fun…”