Devil Slave (Satan system)

A sudden thought came up in Hector’s head, and he could not help but turn towards Athena as he slowly shook his head.

“Did you Fuck him?”

“Huh!?” Athena was surprised by the question. “Fuck who? I didn’t fuck anyone except you!”

Hector raised a brow, but his instincts told him she was saying the truth.

However, he couldn’t help but think of other things.

“Did you kiss him, hug him, give him a fucking Heady?” 𝒆𝙣𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝙚𝙩

“Hector?” Athena’s frown got deeper.

“Give WHO a fucking HEADY!?”

“You know! Lenny. I want to know if you let him fucking touch you!”

“Of course NOT! I won’t let anyone touch me except you. You fucking Retard!”

“But I have seen the way you look at him. Do you fuck him in your head? Do you dream of touching his abnormally smooth, skinny skin? Is that it? And who knows? I haven’t seen you in days, and you were with him all alone. How do I know both of you didn’t CHILL by a fire snuggling together and eating Demon meat?”

Athena’s frown got deeper, and at this point, she was starting to develop the urge to really smack Hector.

An urge she did not refuse, and she actualized it.

~SLAP~

“You insecure fool, I did not do anything with Lenny. For what it’s worth, that asshole left me to die in the Fucking desert. That’s when those Witches found me.”

“Oh! Then it’s all good then.” Hector massaged the palm print on his face as he felt a bit stupid with his outrageous accusations.

Ciri watched both of them and could not help but laugh loudly. Her uneven voice echoed eeriely in the air.

Surprisingly, if one looked at her as she enjoyed herself, they would find that she looked adorable.

An incredible contrast to her title as a Witch.

Hector turned to her, “And what’s so funny, wretch?”

Ciri paused. “First, you’ll mind your tongue, or I’ll take it from you.”

~click~

She Clicked her fingers together, and Hector’s mouth suddenly opened, with his tongue stretching out on its own accord.

“Secondly, this is not about infidelity. No! No!! It’s something much worse. After all, you hold it dear to your heart. In fact, We can assume it is far more precious to you than even her.” Ciri eyed the couple as she contemplated whether she should do it or not.

“Well, the majority carries the Vote. Most of our Souls want to see what happens. So let’s do that.”

Like a gust of wind, Ciri suddenly appeared before Athena; she grabbed her hand, and then she lifted her up.

“You know, the blood carries all the emotions of the heart. For your claim of love, it will not lie.”

She suddenly opened her mouth and bit into Athena’s flesh.

“AHHH!!!” Athena groaned.

“Athena!” Hector rushed for her, but Ciri waved her little, immature hand and sent him a distance away.

He hit the ground heavily.

However, no sooner did Ciri appear before his face like an apparition.

She grabbed his neck as she spat the blood in her mouth on his face.

~Vide per velum cordis~

She spoke a language neither of them understood.

A spell to reveal the troubles of the heart

At first, Hector was confused by what was happening; however, the moment Ciri did this, Hector seemed to enter an illusory world.

Everything around him instantly morphed, and then certain images played out in real time before his eyes.

He could see Athena when she was just a little girl and how she was handpicked by the Magistri.

He could see how she joined the Secret Order of Gladiators and how she was the reason for many deaths.

Hector frowned at first, but then he chuckled.

“IF this is what you want to show me, Witch, then know that I am already aware of this. It was not her fault. She did what she had to do for survival. That’s how the Arena was. We all did things we regret. I do not blame her for this!”

“Really!?” Ciri’s voice echoed all around him.

“Then what about this? Was it also her fault?”

A confident voice suddenly came from behind him: “I know what to do about A444.”

Hearing that letter and number combination made Hector quickly turn in shock.

After all, that number was like a crest in his heart.

He held very dear to himself.

It had been his father’s number.

It was Athena. She was saying something to the Magistri.

“My little F123, come here! Tell me what sadistic plan you have come up with this time.”

The Magistri encouraged her, and she ran up to him with a broad smile on her face as she whispered into his ear.

As she did, the Magistri chuckled, “Good! Good!! Very Good!!! This would be your most proud work yet.” He complimented her as he patted her head.

An action that she enjoyed a lot as she leaned into him.

The scene changed again, and Hector could see his father.

This was a face he remembered as clear as day.

His father was his idol and his star. In his heart and mind, there was no one on the surface of the earth more honorable and more adorned.

Unfortunately, not even Athena

Sons were always meant to look up to their fathers. However, Hector practically worshipped his.

Till now, the decisions he made were a result of his father’s influence.

The subtle image of him behind his every action spiraled him into being the person he was today, only making decisions that could better the people he called family.

However, the images he saw right now were like a crack in an egg, and slowly but surely, that crack spread all over.

“No! No!! It can’t be. It’s a lie. She wouldn’t. She… She would have told me. You lying witch.”

“Lying!?” Ciri suddenly felt insulted. “Why don’t you ask her yourself and see what she says?”

The images suddenly cleared up, and he came back to the present…