Devil Slave (Satan system)

Lenny sat in a lotus position.

His mind went through everything that had happened so far.

From him coming into this world to the Devil Dungeon and then to the escape.

It played in his head over and over and over again.

What Lenny was doing was recalling so as to identify his mistakes.

After a while he opened his eyes and a deep frown was on his face.

He discovered that his biggest failure that happened today when he had his enemy before his eyes had been because he had become too comfortable with the idea of having a team about him.

It was not a lie that they had played a part in his escape from the arena.

However, all that would not have happened if he had not arranged a most useful way to explore their individual capabilities.

But in doing so, he realized that he allowed himself get too close.

It was just like he had done with Catherine. Except this time around, he had now caught himself lacking.

Lenny knew the rules of the trade he played by.

Friends and family were a weakness better shed off in his line of work.

An example was letting his judgement be crowded by Athena’s words only moments ago.

This was a fault he played for by losing prey.

Lenny had rules.

Rules that had ensured that he remained on top in the Assassin world.

One of which was his incredible discipline.

This was discipline that was imposed by himself, on himself.

And now, it was time for some rechecking of that discipline.

His goal in this world was to eradicate those that had stolen the Apocalypse from Lord Lucifer Morningstar.

In other to do this, decisions based on anything aside his intuition was a mistake about to happen.

In other to ensure that this lesson stayed in his head, he had to beat it in.

And he had to beat it in the only way true discipline had been achieved for hundreds to thousands of years of known human history, and that was through pain.

Lenny waved his hands and some needles appeared from his storage unit.

These were the same needles that he had used on Manta formerly.

Now however, they were going to become the instruments of the strict discipline he was going to invoke on himself.

These needles were acupuncture needles and were made from the bones of Razor, the Half-born Magistri that Manta had fought.

Gently, Lenny put a controlled amount of magic into the needles.

And then one by one, he placed them all over his own body, deeply penetrating his skin.

If Manta were to see what Lenny was doing now, she would have known that this was a truly crazy man.

After all, Lenny was putting this needles at the same points he had done on her own body.

In other words, he was about to perform the same torture he had done for her on himself.

Such a move was beyond the medal of BOLDNESS.

This was like a mortal man deciding to whip himself with a stick of rusted nails. .𝘯𝘵

This technique Lenny was about to use on himself was one he invented.

This technique was so special that the level of pain was in relation to the level of both mental and physical strength the individual to feel the pain had.

It was designed in such a way that it was to push the person just past the point of their physically capable limit.

And everytime the person’s mental strength was able to adapt to the current pain, the technique would naturally push a little more than that.

This was a technique that inflicted the sufferings of hell in a person’s body by messing with the flow of energy and life in the individual.

It was an aggravating process of teeth clenching pain.

They say people experienced time differently.

This was true.

At least it was true for those that experienced pain from those that experienced pleasure.

A pleasurable time could feel quick.

However, a painful moment could make seconds feel like hours.

It remained one more needle for Lenny to place on his body.

This needle was to be placed tight in the center of his head.

However, the moment he should place the needle, the process would start.

“System,” Lenny called to the system.

<Yes, Host>

“My body already knows the Pain and Pleasure technique. I’m sure that it will instinctively activate on its own for what is about to happen in other to turn the pain to pleasure. Do not let it happen! Unless an emergency should occur, do not activate the Pain and Pleasure technique.”

<Are you sure>

“Yes!”

<Affirmative: sealing necessary nerves that support the Pain and Pleasure technique>

The moment Lenny heard the confirmation from the System, he placed a demon bone from the storage in between his teeth.

The pain that was to come was so intense that Lenny was sure he would destroy his own teeth.

This could be bad as he could end up clenching them until he broke through his own mouth.

A process like that could see him drowning in his own blood.

It was for this reason that he used the demon bone in his mouth.

Afterwards, he placed the last needle in his forehead.

The moment it sank into the pressure point.

The veins on Lenny’s body instantly became taunted as an overwhelming rush of significant pain ran through his body.

His eyes instantly became red as blood spread through the white of his eyes.

His skin instantly broke into sweat and at the same time, it turned a shade of red.

Surprisingly, even though he was sweating, his body was still steaming at the same time.

An incredible deep groan like a mountain beast in labor escaped his muffled mouth.

His teeth clenched so hard that the demon bone actually showed crack marks on it….

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