Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 805 Whose Worthiness?

With a gesture of summoning that seemed to tear at the very fabric of the Nether realm, Lenny called forth Anguis, the Holy corrupted tool, a paradox of sanctity and defilement. As it materialized before him, the tool’s transformation was a spectacle of dark wonder. The trident’s tines, bending to Lenny’s will, morphed into serpents of monumental scale, their emergence marked by declarations of their sinister natures—Kill, Steal, Destroy. Each serpent, embodying aspects of malevolence, unfurled from the fork with a presence so formidable that it seemed to challenge the oppressive atmosphere of the Red Sands itself.

The serpents, now towering entities with their gaze fixed upon Lenny, their summoner, were not merely tools of destruction but arbiters of his worthiness. Their emergence was not an end but a beginning, a trial by fire where Lenny’s resolve, strength, and mastery over the darkness within and without were to be tested anew.

This confrontation was not just about the physical removal of a seal or the demonstration of power. It was a symbolic clash between Lenny’s aspirations to transcend his limits and the legacy of the Asmodeus family that sought to define and confine him. By choosing to face the serpents, Lenny was not just confronting adversaries of formidable strength; he was challenging the very chains that bound him to a destiny imposed from without, seeking to forge his path with his convictions and strength.

And so under the weight of an oppressive sky, the standoff between Lenny and the colossal serpents unfolded with a tension that seemed to charge the very air. The serpents, embodiments of destruction with eyes that burned with a hellish glow and depths that mirrored the abyss, presented a formidable challenge. Yet, Lenny, undeterred by their monstrous forms and the malice in their gaze, stood his ground, an unyielding presence amidst the shifting sands. .𝒎

Kill, with its immense form looming, dared to confront Lenny at a proximity that would have spelled doom for any lesser being. Its mouth, a cavern of death bristling with toxic fangs, opened wide in a silent promise of obliteration. Yet, Lenny’s resolve did not waver, his calm in the face of such imminent threat a testament to his strength and courage.

The serpents, intrigued and perhaps confused by this display of unflinching bravery, continued their deadly dance around him, their massive bodies coiling in the air, a display of power meant to intimidate. Yet, it was Lenny’s sigh, a subtle exhale amidst the tension, that Steal perceived as a sign of fear, a weakness to be exploited. “unworthy!” it echoed and the other snakes echoed with it. With a hiss that cut through the silence, Steal lunged, driven by a rage that sought to end the confrontation with a single, decisive blow.

However, Lenny’s reaction, a mere lifting of his head to meet Steal’s charge, was a clash of wills so intense that it halted the serpent’s advance. This pause, a moment where predator and prey seemed to lock in a battle of spirits, left Kill and Destroy taken aback, their understanding of power and dominance challenged by the scene unfolding before them.

Lenny’s rise to his feet, his gaze fierce and penetrating, was a declaration of his true nature, a revelation of the depth of his power and resolve. “I can see you mistake my sigh for weakness. Although it’s true it had fear…” Lenny’s words, each step he took towards Steal an assertion of his dominance, turned the tide of the confrontation. The fear he spoke of was not of defeat but of the extent of his own capabilities, a warning to those who would dare oppose his will.

“…its fear for what I am capable of doing. To the whole world, To those that try to step on me, to those that tamper with my Will, My desire, and that of my Master. Even if it means its you, I will BREAK and I will DEVOUR…”

With a speed that belied his earlier stillness, Lenny seized Steal by the face, a display of strength that bordered on the supernatural. His action, forcing the colossal serpent’s head to the ground, was a physical manifestation of his words, a demand for submission that resonated with the authority of one who had transcended mere bravery to embody power itself. “YIELD!” His command, laden with the force of his will, marked not just a moment of victory but a declaration to all who bore witness: Lenny was not a challenger to be underestimated but a force of nature, capable of bending even the most formidable of foes to his will.

This moment, amidst the Red Sands and under the gaze of the serpents, was a turning point not just in the battle but in Lenny’s path. It was a demonstration of his growth, his mastery over the darkness within and the challenges without, solidifying his place as a contender not just for survival but for dominion in a realm where power was the ultimate currency.

Instantly, the other serpents also rushed for Lenny with obvious desire to devour him, but even without looking back, he spoke up, “Stay your hand, or watch your sibling become sushi!” Those words made the other serpents stop, and Lenny squeezed harder against the serpent under him until it wriggled in obvious pain. From the point he held, it actually bleed in hellish magma. “I said Yield!” he commanded again. The two other serpents looked at one another, and then they smiled… “Worthy!” they echoed simultaneously.

However, Lenny turned to them his gaze as cold as the Nether that surrounded them. “Did i ask for your judgements?” Those words took the serpents by surprise. “Do you think, that I, Lenny Tales, need your permission to be worthy?” As he talked, he floated in the air, “It is you! You three, that need to seek worthiness from me!” The moment he said this, he released his killing intent again, this time around, with a mixture of Rage and Pride. It was as if an ant had challenged a lion and now, it had gotten its attention…

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