Devil Slave (Satan system)

Lenny without knocking, pushed and stepped through the doors.

The doors made loud CREAKING sounds, evidently a result of their age.

A222 had paused for a bit without following Lenny. Yet again, she contemplated this decision she had made.

“This is bound to not end well!” she told herself.

Once more summoning the courage to take that defining step forward, she moved.

The long winding passage was lit like any other part of the Underground Arena, with Darkline lamps hanging on the walls.

However, further in, it actually became brighter.

Another turn and through a pair of fine silk Draped curtains, they got into a room.

This was the same room Lenny had been taken to the first time that he had killed a Magistri.

However, this was the first time that A222 was here.

This place for her felt like another world.

She had never seen the old world before the apocalypse. She did not know what it looked like, and this created a comical scene to watch her look at the pictures hanging around in frames, and the decoration on the walls.

Although she had seen something similar before back at the dungeon when the soul devil brought out Lenny’s thoughts to reality.

However, seeing it here was an entirely different feeling.

This was a typically western-looking sitting room.

It had poufy brown couches around a well-furnished center table, a fireplace ahead, that was lit, and fine ware on almost every shelf.

The air here was also sweet to the smell, giving the illusion that one could taste it.

With the addition of bright, electrically powered lights on the wall and a not so bright Chandelier in the center, it was truly a different world.

Lenny could tell that Cuban’s taste in Art had been passed through his blood to his literally ‘heartless’ servants. 𝑜𝘷𝑙.𝘰𝑟𝑔

For all the beauty of the place and the comfort that the alluring couches promised on sight, Lenny was not interested in them.

At the moment, he had already swallowed twice at his excitement.

Like a deranged-sadistic monster, he was already salivating in anticipation of the oncoming battle.

While A222 was still interested in distracting her mind a little more with the decor of the room, Lenny instantly rushed for that door. It was the same door that the Magistri had taken him through the last time.

If he was not mistaken, this was the route to the location where all the Magistris were kept in their pods.

With a good guess of what Cuban was thinking, there was no doubt that A123 and C888 were there.

Lenny opened the door, and there it was the portal.

Without a care in the world, he dove through it.

A222 was taken by surprise at this, but she immediately followed along.

At this point, even she was not aware that at a subconscious level, whether it was the promise of safety or comfort, she was sticking very close to Lenny.

Just as it had been before, Lenny came out on a balcony.

From where he stood, all around, as far and wide as the eyes could see, there were columns and rolls of vertically placed transparent pods with people in them. These all looked alike. They were Magistri’s but appeared to all be asleep.

Lenny immediately spread out his senses in search of A123 and C888.

He found them almost instantly.

They were in pods laying side by side.

It was as if the moment he sighted them, they also did him.

From the looks of it, they were trying to tell him something, but their mouths were sealed with loin cloth to prevent speech.

“Down there!” Lenny pointed.

A222 had also seen them.

Lenny and A222 were at least a hundred meters high from the ground, but both of them jumped regardless.

Landing straight for the centre of the platform.

On landing, they rushed to free A123 and C888.

Even while they did, the two imprisoned, with wide eyes tried to warn, but it was no use.

With swift punches, Lenny Broke the pods, and A222 immediately helped A123 out.

However, he struggled like he was trying to say something.

“Hold on, my mushroom paste! I’ll get you out,” she comforted as she loosened his binds and then the loin cloth around his mouth.

*Cough!* Cough!!* Cough!!!*

He cleared his throat of the horrible stench from the loin cloth.

After all, it was a loin cloth. Only heavens knew whose balls it was ripped from before used to seal their mouths.

A123 cleared his throat as he forced himself to talk, “Its… its a… *cough!* Trap!”

As he talked, foreboding shadows slowly rose behind her.

A222’s eyes widened when she heard this. Quickly, she turned about, six Magistri’s were behind her.

Her heart skipped beast in fear as she panicked backwards.

At the moment, she did not even use her abilities to sense their cultivation rank. The Magistri had already scared her to such a level that just the image of one of a kind made her legs become jelly.

However, there was suddenly a long diagonal slash that began from the head of the first Magistri and ended at the waist of the sixth Magistri.

Like hot butter melting off a wall, their cut-out bodies slid out, leaving their lower bodies behind-revealing Lenny behind.

lenny raised both hands in the air with a perplexed look on his face, “Of course, it’s a trap. What the fuck were you expecting? Or do you think it’s a fucking cartoon!?”

He laughed loudly, and the blood from the slashed bodies jetted into the air as if in praise of his timely arrival.

This time around, Lenny let the blood bath him.

After all, it wouldn’t be considered a slaughter without the baptism of blood.

Just then, there was a loud beeping, red alarm.

And then, creaking and unbuckling sounds could be heard.

Lenny and his teammates turned about.

Lenny’s teammates frowned, while he smiled. All the pods were opening…