Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 807 Battle For My Soul

Within the vast, uncharted expanse of Lenny’s mind, a profound confrontation unfolded as he came face to face with his own soul. This representation of his essence was a green, colossal form, mirroring Lenny’s physical appearance but stripped of all worldly encumbrances, presented in its most pure and vulnerable state. The soul, like Lenny, was seated in a meditative pose, an image of serene introspection amidst the surrounding darkness. It was enveloped in layers of spiritual armor, a testament to the fortifications erected by the Satan System during Lenny’s previous encounter with a soul devil—an encounter that had left indelible marks on his very essence.

Devour, now a companion in this inward journey, materialized beside Lenny, its massive form spiraling around him in a protective and anticipatory dance. “Let’s go!” Lenny commanded, his resolve as palpable as the energy that emanated from both him and the serpent. As they approached the green giant that was Lenny’s soul, the defensive barriers, recognizing their master, dissipated, allowing him access to the core of his being.

The moment of entry into his soul was a pivotal one. Lenny, with focused determination, contemplated the task ahead. Cuban’s words echoed in the depths of his consciousness, a reminder of the control exerted over him by the Asmodeus family, a manipulation so insidious that it had burrowed deep within him. Lenny had deduced, with the precision of a strategist, that the locus of this control was not merely physical but entwined with the very fabric of his soul. It was here, in this sanctified and most intimate part of himself, that the true battle would be waged.

The belief that purging the mark from his soul would cleanse his entire being was not just a hypothesis but a conviction. The soul, after all, was the epicenter of his identity, the foundation upon which his physical and spiritual existence was built. If he could eradicate the Asmodeus family’s influence from this sacred ground, then it would unravel from every facet of his existence, liberating him from their shackles once and for all.

As Lenny delved deeper into the green expanse of his soul, accompanied by Devour, he prepared himself for the challenges that lay ahead. This was not just a journey of purification but of reclamation, a quest to regain sovereignty over his soul and, by extension, his destiny. Cuban had said that the control over his body had been at sleep after lenny had been presumed dead back at the arena, just before his reincarnation. But the moment Glen’s blood, imbued with the essence of the knife, mingled with Lenny’s, it served as a catalyst, reawakening the latent control embedded deep within him. The Asmodeus family’s dominion was rooted in their profound understanding of blood and its intrinsic ties to lineage and genetics, coupled with the manipulation of lust. Armed with this knowledge, Lenny surmised the likely locations of this invasive control: the heart and the groin region, centers of emotion and desire, respectively. .𝒎

With Devour by his side, Lenny ascended towards the region of his heart, anticipating the discovery of the Asmodeus family’s insidious influence. Upon arrival, he was confronted with a series of images that filled his heart, each one a vivid representation of cherished memories with those he left behind: Victor, Lady Vinegar, Father Black, Insect-B, Crusher, among others. These images, shifting and changing like scenes from a beloved movie, depicted moments of laughter, camaraderie, and the simple joys of companionship. Each memory was a snapshot of happiness, a testament to the bonds Lenny shared with his friends and allies.

However, as Lenny observed the parade of memories, he realized that the display was curiously selective. The heart’s mirrors reflected only the good times, completely omitting the struggles, the conflicts, and the challenges that had also defined those relationships. This realization struck Lenny with a sense of unease. The selective memory curation within his heart seemed designed to amplify emotions, perhaps as a means to manipulate or control him through his attachments and affections.

Frowning at this manipulation, Lenny recognized the influence of the Asmodeus family’s control—a subtle yet powerful steering of his emotions to render him more susceptible to their will. This was not a mere repository of memories but a crafted illusion, a rose-tinted lens through which his heart was encouraged to view the past.

Determined to reclaim the autonomy of his emotions and memories, Lenny turned to Devour with a decisive command, “Eat it all.” This directive was not born of a desire to erase these cherished memories but to purge the manipulation that tainted them. By removing the selective filter imposed upon his heart, Lenny sought to confront his past and his relationships in their entirety—the good and the bad, the joy and the pain. This act of purging was a step towards true emotional freedom, a liberation from this curse.

As Devour, with its gaping maw, commenced the consumption of the memories housed within Lenny’s heart, the initial wave of erasure brought with it an unexpected and profound sense of loss. Lenny, overwhelmed by this intense emotional turmoil, collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest as he endured a pain that transcended mere physical discomfort. It was a soul-deep anguish, mirroring the desolation of a lover’s heartbreak, yet magnified to an almost unbearable intensity. This wasn’t just a removal of memories but felt akin to stripping away layers of his very essence.

Despite the escalating pain, Lenny’s resolve remained unshaken. Between gritted teeth, he urged Devour on, “Do not stop. Take it all!” With each memory devoured, the pain intensified, manifesting physically until Lenny coughed up blood, a stark indication of the toll this process was exacting on him. Yet, amidst this torment, Lenny perceived a fortification within himself, a hardening of spirit and resolve that came with the territory of heartbreak and loss. “Truly what they say. Heartbreak makes a man!” he whispered, acknowledging the bitter truth that the path to strength and maturity often traverses the valleys of pain and loss.

Amidst this tumultuous purge, Lenny’s attention was caught by an anomaly within the sea of vanishing memories—a creature lurking on the periphery of the images Devour was consuming. This entity, previously unnoticed, became evident only as the false, manipulated memories were stripped away, revealing its presence like a shadow emerging in the wake of a receding tide…

Lenny frowned, “finally! I have found you…”

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