Devil Slave (Satan system)



"Duncan.." Lenny muttered lowly, "I thought you were on our side. What would you have done if that had killed him?" 

Duncan chuckled as he stepped out of the shadows. He was dressed in simple clothing like he always had, trousers and and a simple shirt, buttoned not all the way up, leaving a part of his chest bare for eyes that wanted to admire his manliness. 

He also had a pink head warmer on that had his name clearly written above it. 

Duncan swaggered out, he had no fear in his walking steps and spoke with even more confidence. "If he had died, then putting a chance on you wouldn't have been worth it in the first place." 

Those words made Lenny frown a little. Besides, Duncan was not his amicable friendly self that he had always been. Instead, he had a more oppressive aura about him, like a gorilla that was warming up to a challenge. 

His smile did not carry the peace and friendliness that Lenny was most familiar with. 

It was as if he was holding back on himself from jumping on Lenny and ripping him in two if he did not comply with his words. 

"The hell beast that you wanted me to challenge. It was a rank 2 hell beast. How was I supposed to face it and kill it?" Lenny asked, intentionally feigning ignorance. 

"Ahhh! I was right. So you actually found it. I, my brothers, and even my sister, the protegee of the family went there in our younger years, we spent decades in that place and we did not find the Hell beast, but you touched its earth for only a couple of days, and BAM! results... you are really a lucky charm. Now I see why all those bigshots have their eyes on you." 

lenny could see that he had found himself in an obvious trap. 

According to duncan, lenny was never meant to find the Hell beast in the first place, but at the same time, Duncan had bet on the fact that a lot of royal families were now giving Lenny attention in this world. 

After all, the Royal families only had their eyes on very special individuals. These were individuals that one could say were blessed by the cosmos itself, or blessed by the willing flames of hell. 

"So, did you get it?" Duncan asked again. 

Lenny's face did not change. He did not give himself away. "Like I said, Duncan, It was a rank 2 Hell beast. 

You said i was going there to Train, but in actuality, you sent me there to die!"

"Oh! get over it lenny! We both know that you are like a flower under the morning sun. Except your sun is the F*cking battlefield. i mean, just take a look at you. What are you now, second, or third rank of the Deep Demon realm? Even your growth is abnormal," Duncan carried a look in his eyes, describing his envy.

"The Hell beast is a Rank 2 hell beast. killing it for you might be difficult, but that does not mean that stealing from it was impossible. Knowing the kind of person that you are, I know that you definitely got it. Why don't you give it to me, and we can continue on the same level of cordial relations as we always have." 

Lenny suddenly frowned, "are you threatening me, or do you think that your friendship to me is like milk to a suckling. Don't think that I am not aware that you only wanted to use me for your personal gain, and so your friendliness."

"And so what!?" Duncan stepped forward, his anger excited as he squeezed his fist, "If I didn't need to smile at your smug half-born mug face in order to make sure you did my bidding, I would have jabbed my fist up your ass to make sure you got it done!

But what of it!? Are you not a man of Will and Power? Do you pretend that you do not know how the world works? 

Power rules it all!" Duncan flared his hands in the air, his face twisted with his annoyance at Lenny's boldness. Even his darkline Magic seeped out of his body like smoke from a burning bush. "Should I, the one that holds the Power and ability, succumb to the Wills of the weak and lowly? Even now, do you think that you are in a position to question my Will!" 

Duncan's Darkline magic surrounded the environment. It was Dark and gave a hint of deep blue. His aura was everywhere in the air and it was stiffing. 

For Lenny, It was nothing, but for Victor, fear was a tangible entity, a taste like copper on his tongue and a chill that crept beneath his fur, raising every hair on his body. 

As Duncan released his stifling aura, the air thickened with an oppressive weight, suffocating like a wet blanket wrapped around Victor's senses. The very atmosphere seemed to quiver in response, the earth beneath his feet trembling as if in fear of the demon's presence.

A pungent odor, like burnt sulfur and decaying roses, filled the air, assaulting Victor's nostrils and clawing at his throat. It was a scent that spoke of ancient malevolence, a harbinger of doom that seemed to seep into every pore, infesting his very essence with a creeping sense of dread.

The sounds around him became muffled, distorted by the dense aura that Duncan exuded. He could not even hear the conversation between Lenny and Duncan anymore. In the first place, he did not even understand the conversation between them. 

Victor's skin prickled as if ants were crawling beneath it, a sensation that set his nerves on edge. His heart hammered in his chest, the rapid beats a stark contrast to the eerie calmness that had settled over the surroundings. Each pulse sent waves of fear radiating through his body, amplifying the dread that gripped his soul.

The taste of fear was bitter on his tongue, mingling with the metallic tang of anxiety that coated his mouth. His breaths came in shallow gasps, the air feeling dense and suffocating in his lungs. Every inhale seemed to carry the weight of Duncan's demonic presence, a malevolent force that threatened to crush Victor's very spirit.

In the midst of this overwhelming fear, Victor felt a bone-deep chill settle in his bones, a sensation that went beyond the physical, reaching into the depths of his soul. It was as if the very essence of his being recoiled in the face of Duncan's aura, a primal instinct to his Werewolf nature that screamed of danger and the urge to flee.

And yet, Victor stood his ground, his muscles tense, his eyes wide with terror but also a glint of defiance. In the face of Duncan's stifling aura, he found a shard of courage, a flicker of determination that refused to be snuffed out. The battle between fear and bravery raged within.

lenny took a side look at Victor, who was already sweating buckets and he nodded his head impressed by the Young boy's defiance. 

"Not Bad!" Lenny commented openly, and then he raised his hand in a cut motion. 

*SWUSHHH!!!*

It was like an ancient blade had been summoned from the nether.

Duncan froze in shock...

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