Devil Slave (Satan system)

After several more seemingly nonsensical moves, the devil king began to smile. It had come to a conclusion—Lenny was inexperienced, unaware of the true stakes of the game and the intricate devil rules that governed it. The devil king’s smile widened into a sinister grin, a declaration of victory already forming in its mind.

And then, the massacre began.

The devil king launched its attack with ruthless efficiency.

Lenny’s pieces fell one by one, the devil’s forces tearing through them with brutal precision. It was a slaughter, so vicious and one-sided that even the old elf, despite his long life filled with dark experiences, felt a pang of sorrow for Lenny. He couldn’t help but mutter a prayer for Lenny’s soul, a rare moment of empathy for the man who had so confidently entered this deadly game.

Piece after piece was obliterated, their cries of agony echoing through the chamber as the devils consumed them without mercy. The old elf could barely watch, his heart heavy with the inevitable conclusion he saw unfolding before him.

Lenny had underestimated his opponent, and now he was paying the price.

But Lenny’s expression remained unchanged, his calm demeanor unshaken even as the battlefield turned red with the blood of his fallen creatures.

His blue eyes, cold and calculating, never left the devil king. Even in the face of overwhelming defeat, Lenny exuded an air of control, as if this was all part of a larger plan.

The old elf couldn’t understand it. How could Lenny remain so composed? How could he not see the utter annihilation of his forces? The elf’s confusion grew with every passing second, until finally, he could take it no longer. He turned to Lenny, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and frustration.

"Why?" the elf asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Why are you letting this happen?"

Lenny didn’t answer immediately. He simply watched as his last few pieces were torn apart by the devil king’s forces. Then, as the final piece fell, he turned to the old elf, a small, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

"Because," Lenny said softly, "the game isn’t over yet."

As the last of Lenny’s creatures were consumed, the battlefield fell into an eerie silence. The devils had feasted ravenously, tearing apart his creations with the same grotesque brutality they had shown to Brother Dan. The devil king himself had savored the flesh of Lenny’s creatures, relishing the taste of victory that seemed inevitable. The board was drenched in blood, the remains of Lenny’s so-called farm animals scattered like the remnants of a feast gone horribly wrong.

Yet, Lenny sat on his golden throne, unmoved. His posture remained relaxed, his sharp chin still resting in his palm, a faint, knowing smile on his lips. The old elf, watching from the sidelines, could barely comprehend what was happening. By all accounts, the match was over. Lenny had lost. His pieces were gone, devoured by the demonic forces. And yet, there he sat, as if the outcome was still in his favor.

The devil king, now confident in its impending victory, took its next move with a smug grin. It declared a check, and one of its burly, grotesque chess pieces lumbered forward, standing before Lenny that represented the king. This was the final move, the strike that would end the game.

The old elf, resigned to Lenny’s fate, had already said his goodbyes in his heart. He watched, his breath caught in his throat, as the demonic piece leaned forward, its mouth opening wide, fangs ready to consume Lenny whole.

But just as the creature’s maw loomed inches from Lenny’s face, it stopped. Lenny, for the first time since the game began, looked away from the devil king and directly at the monstrous piece before him. His expression was one of mild disgust, and with a nonchalant tone, he uttered, "Your breath stinks."

The devil king’s victorious grin faltered as a strange, unnatural tremor ran through the attacking piece. Its grotesque body began to swell, distorting in the most abominable ways, as if a thousand boils were erupting beneath its skin.

The devil creature let out a gurgled scream before it exploded into a shower of blood and gore, splattering the board with its remains. Yet, miraculously, none of the foul fluids touched Lenny.

The old elf stared in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief. The devil king, too, was frozen in place, unable to comprehend what had just transpired. Silence hung heavy in the air, thicker than before, as everyone tried to make sense of the sudden turn of events.

Lenny’s calm demeanor never wavered. He raised a hand, his voice dripping with disdain as he looked at the remaining devils. "You all disgust me."

With a SNAP of his fingers, the board erupted in chaos.

One by one, the devil king’s pieces—those monstrous, vile creatures—began to shake and swell just like the first.

Their bodies distorted grotesquely before they too exploded into bloody paste, their remains coating the board in a macabre tapestry of carnage.

The old elf could only watch in stunned silence as the entire battlefield was wiped clean, leaving only Lenny and the devil king amidst the wreckage.

For a moment, the room was deathly quiet, as if the very air was holding its breath. The devil king stared at Lenny, its eyes wide with a mixture of fury and fear. It had no idea how its army had been decimated in an instant.

Lenny leaned back in his throne, his smirk widening as he explained, "You see, my farm pets were never meant to win the game. They were the true bait. I poisoned them—down to their very blood. The moment you and your devils devoured them, you sealed your own fate."

The devil king’s expression darkened, realization dawning too late. It had been outplayed from the start, not in a game of chess, but in a far more sinister game of cunning and deceit.

Lenny stood, his white hair cascading over his shoulders as he looked down at the devil king with cold, unfeeling eyes. "You were so focused on devouring my pieces," he said, his voice soft yet chilling, "that you never saw the trap until it was too late. It was never your game. It was mine."

With that, Lenny turned his back on the devil king, his final words leaving a lasting impression as he walked away from the board.

"Checkmate, Your Majesty. I hope the aftertaste lingers."