The Supreme Satanic System

“Hmm, yes, it indeed cools my mind,” Damien said as he gazed at the beautiful face illuminated by the night. He then put away his black katana.

Feeling the eyes of others upon her, Lucrécia frowned and shouted, “What?”𝔬𝑽𝐋xt.𝗇𝓔t

“Don’t be mad, Sis Lucré,” Lady Valentina Onsen, the 7th Xander Gon informed her. “It’s just that your mask is missing.”

“Ahh!” Lucrécia touched her face and then noticed that her shinigami mask was in Damien’s hand. “Dare to take my mask? Do you have a death wish, brat?” she yelled.

“And a feisty one,” Damien said with a smirk. “Do you want your mask back? Let me help.” He put the mask back on her face.

“Scoundrel!” Lucrécia shouted and punched Damien, but he was already standing in his previous spot. This only made her angrier, and she unsheathed her katana. “Spatial Cut! Die, bastard!” she cried as she released a reddish sword energy toward Damien.

Damien dodged the attack, leaving a long fissure on the ground. “Woah! Nice sword intent!” he praised.

Lucrécia continued her assault, sending a barrage of sword energies, but Damien was able to dodge all of them. The impact of the attacks caused an incessant banging sound that echoed throughout the vast prairie, along with debris that clouded the area.

When the sound and debris settled, Lucrécia was standing a few meters in front of Damien. “Just dodging like a monkey won’t help you this time,” she said as she leaped into the air, spinning and pointing her katana at Damien.

Damien remained idle and spoke telepathically, “I know you’re here. I’m looking forward to teasing this lady. So, come out and stop her before I change my mind.”

Just as the tip of Lucrécia’s katana was about to touch Damien’s forehead, a small, circular, pitch-black portal appeared, and a hand wrapped in white bandages emerged and caught the katana between its middle finger and forefinger. Lucrécia landed her legs and tried to push her katana, but it didn’t budge. The hand pulled her backward, and the portal disappeared.

“Enough resistance, little lassie. You stay back there,” a thick male voice said from behind. A tall man wrapped in white bandages walked out, followed by the scrawny Kyne.

All the Xander Gons in the sky recognized the newcomers and feared the man wrapped in bandages. They started communicating telepathically.

“What’s going on here?” Pharaoh Onsen, the 2nd Xander Gon, said. “Even the leader of the Spartan legion has come out to receive this kid.”

“Liam Munchi, the 9th Xander Gon, interjected, “Just whatever the case, we need to uphold justice. This brat has killed one of us, so what about our pride if we cower here because of the Spartan Legion?”

“Yes, Liam is right,” Lucrécia Munchi joined in. “This brat has killed enough for someone who has just popped up out of nowhere. Whoever he is, there is no justification for killing members of the Protector Olden Family. Anyway, other than fighting outside, the Spartan Legion has no jurisdiction to interfere with the realm’s state matters. So, let’s do whatever means possible to detain this brat.”

“Fair enough! Let’s do the vote then,” said Caro Munchi, the fifth Xander Gon. The group voted and agreed to her, as eight out of twelve Xander Gons were from the Munchi Clan, the same clan Les Munchi Damien had beheaded a moment ago. The remaining four, two each from the Onsen Clan and Burton Clan, also succumbed to her idea.

“Fine! Since this is your idea, talk this out with them, Sis Lucré,” suggested Lady Valentina Onsen, the 7th Xander Gon slyly.

Agreeing, Lucrécia stepped forward and greeted the Protector family way: “Greetings, sir!” she said in an elegant tone. “I’m Lucrécia. I hail from the Munchi Clan and also the Third Xander Gon.”

The man in the bandage approached and responded, “So, you’re the current Xander Gon of the Third District. Then this will be easy.” He added, “Why don’t you gather others and leave this place immediately? I like no more nuances.”

“Perdon, my lack of manners. But I can’t just leave without capturing him,” Lucrécia replied with a stern tone, pointing at Damien.

“You dare point your finger at him!” the man in the bandage shouted threateningly.

“It’s okay. Just let her talk,” Damien said telepathically to him. “She has such a pleasant voice.”

The man in the bandage gave Damien a meaningful look and spoke with a calmer tone, “Little lassie, I’m here as ordered by Grand Elder John Bradford to welcome this young man. Is there any problem with me taking him to the Grand Elder?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Lucrécia responded, with all due respect. “I don’t know who this young man really is, but he unleashed a slaughter the moment he arrived here. He killed a Patrol Officer after his bloodline authentication failed, and then he indiscreetly beheaded Les Munchi, the Xander Gon of the Tenth District, along with a ninja guard. Such crimes cannot go unpunished, even within the premise of our Infinite City.”

The man in the bandage, the Spartan Captain, asked, “Are you done?”

Lucrécia, stammering nervously, said, “Y-yes, um, no, please leave him in our custody.”

The Spartan Captain then stretched out his hand, drew a large circle in the air with his finger, and a large circular spatial rift appeared. “Little lassie, you can lodge any charges against him, but for now, he’s coming with me,” he said. “Alright, enough play for today. Everyone get in!”

The scrawny Kyne bowed slightly toward Damien and jumped into the black-circular spatial rift. The beefy Bull Burton followed, bursting into a peal of thundering laughter and waving at Lucrécia.

The Spartan Captain, telepathically, said, “Don’t worry, you can meet her later.” Then he asked Damien, “Can we go now, Young Master?”

Turning slightly, Damien spoke. “I’m Damien, the Crown Prince of the Bloody Moon Family of the Werewolf. It’s nice meeting you, Miss Lucrécia Munchi. I’m looking forward to seeing you again.” With one foot inside the dark, spatial rift, he continued and walked inside.

Joe Burton, the First Xander Gon, who was always the quiet type, opened his mouth and asked, “Who is this lad, Big Brother?”

The Spartan Captain gave a kind look and replied, “Oh, it’s little Joe. He’s someone very special to us.” With that, he also walked into the spatial rift, and the circular spatial rift disappeared.

*** (please, stay tuned!)