Devil Slave (Satan system)

“oh, this is getting really fun,” the witch’s smile was wide.

However, just when the tornado was about to hit, Domani suddenly stepped in front of the witch.

The Blood tornado stopped right in front of her. It’s wind blowing her gown fiercely.

“Do you want to get Lenny Tales or not!?” She asked with a stern expression.

Those words were a strong reminder of the position he was in.

Instantly the blood tornado disappeared like it was never there.

Domini turned to the witch, “And that goes for you too Winnie!”

Winnie sighed as she teleported away from the throne. .𝘯𝘵

Cuban landed heavily on the ground.

Slowly and comfortably walked towards Winnie.

She was just around 5’2.

With Cuban’s combination of a towering height and broad figure, she looked like a child before.

However, she did not shy away from him.

Instead, she raised her head at him.

If she had eyes, then she would be looking at him at this moment.

Cuban really did not like her looks, and it was obvious on his face.

This was something Domini noticed immediately.

“Witches acknowledged their mortal bodies were weaker than most creatures from a younger age. They have traded their body parts with creatures of either the Nether, Underworld or some, HELL!”

Cuban heard this. There was obvious surprise on his face.

Essentially, what witches did with their bodies was what demons did to create stronger humans.

However, the difference laid in the foundation of each.

Half Borns were born by natural-forced birth with humans and demons.

It was a method to create stronger breeds of humans.

However, Witches willingly made blood and soul deals to acquire body parts of other creatures to make themselves stronger.

These exchanges were not normal and required very bountiful sacrifices for it to be successful.

Seeing as Winnie had no eyes, ears nor nose, it was obvious that she traded these things for something else.

These exchange was a capability that was quite unique to human beings.

Other creatures could not switch with one another. They were only allowed to switch with humans.

Such was one of the machinations of the creator.

Witches of a certain levels, were long aware of the day of the apocalypse and they made plans for it long ahead of time.

Yes.

Witches were at their core still mortals, their lives spans were extended by very special means that required different blood and soul sacrifices or even easier, exchanging body parts with creatures of magic.

Witches were not graded according to demon rank as they did not possess strength that was equivalent.

However, what they lacked in physical prowess, they absolutely made up for in magical energy.

Witches used Negative Magic. A kind of magic whose source was not truly known of.

Demons have tried in the past to harness this kind of magic

However it all ended up fruitless.

There was something special about Negative Magic that made it a source of magic that other creatures could not possess.

“Winnie is a witch I met many years ago. Years before the apocalypse. Back then, she was just an acolyte of Ouroboros coven. I remember back then, her powers were only barely enough to summon a part of me from the underworld.”

As Domani talked, she walked around Winnie a few times, and her fingers traced about on the witches body.

It as action that made Winnie twist and turn her head in a manner that made it seem as if Domani was touching her pleasure points and she was very interested in stealing a kiss from here.

It was obvious that their relationship was quite ‘close’.

“You see, Winnie has a piece of me inside her,” Domino’s fingers dance around on Winnie’s stomach.

Cuban raised a brow at them.

“Which part?”

*Screech!*

Winnie hissed at him, “it is quite impolite to ask a lady you are just meeting for the first time what’s underneath her skirt. I have not even acceoted going on a Date with you yet, and you already want to knowledge of my insides.”

Cuban looked at both women and frowned.

He was really not in any mood to play their silly games.

“I seek a human. He has costed me very much. I need you to hunt him and bring him back for me.”

Winnie nodded, “so I have heard. Who would have thought that a Half-born would be clever enough to fool a rank 3 Deep level demon,” Winnie chuckled a bit.

“I heard you lost not just your Human farm, but your entire Town to him,” she Whistled loudly to mock him.

However, Cuban was not angry about this one.

After all, everyone had been talking about it for a long time now.

He had already developed a certain level of immunity towards it.

But that did not mean that it did not sting a little.

Ignoring it was just easier.

“They went into the Forest of Discarded Sufferings. Because of the pact, no demon can get in. Can you get them?”

“The Forest of Discarded Sufferings, hmmm, of I am not mistaking, that should be Lady Ciri’s domain,” Winnie massaged her jaw a little.

“This is going to be a very tricky one. Besides, if I am not mistaking, that forest jumps around the fucking globe like a freaking Whack ‘O’ Molly. First, I’ll have to find where it has disappeared to.”

“This, I can help with.”

Cuban raised a finger, “give me your hand.”

Winnie giggled, “Awwn, in marriage!?”

Cuban groaned a little in annoyance.

Winnie pretendinh to not notice his anger presented a hand.

From Cuban fell three drops of blood.

“He has companions. They are responsible for the death of my Breeding demons. If you find them, you’ll find him.”

The three drops of blood landed on her forearm. They each formed the tattoo a compass.

All three hands of the compasses moved, pointing in one direction.

“Wow, that is a cool accessory to have.” She giggled shyly, like a baby girl that had just received a present from her father…