Devil Slave (Satan system)

Lenny Chuckled, "If you can sense their aura on me, then there is no need to bring them out. After all, it only means that they Submitted to me."

The Corrupter raised a brow at him. True, his logic was not flawed.

"A tool is not supposed to be stronger than its master. But rather, be special and useful in its capabilities." lenny stated philosophically.

"I agree!" The Corrupter nodded, "But I am not just any tool. Like you, I have life, and i am capable of thought and reasoning. The Goal o f my existence is in the satisfaction of my master’s will..."

"I AM your master’s will!" lenny interrupted.

Corrupter gave a side smile again. "You are, aren’t you? Okay, lets play a game then."

"A Game?"

"Yes, I have stayed in this place for a while now, and its so easy to become bored. All I have are the knowledge of games master gave to me."

"Will you submit to me, if I play your... games?"

"No, I will not!"

lenny frowned at that answer. After all, he had not been expecting that he would find such an interesting treasure like the Corrupter.

Considering that out there, he would still have to face an entire army of demons as well as two sisters of Eve with their own plans, it was necessary that he acquired such strength.

Besides, While his farm was currently limited by the amount of beings he could produce, the Corrupter was not. Also those that she produced could spend longer time on the battlefield.

Lenny turned to his left. He could see that the Female centaur had already began to disintegrate. She had been out in the real world for just too long.

Her skin was peeling off like the dried skin of a banana.

However, the beings produced by the corrupter did not have such flaw. Also, If he could see how she did it, he could may be adjust the design within the Satan System.

But the Corrupter was being just too stubborn, and was obviously not as easy to please with just his pride like he had done for Kill, Steal and Destroy.

And yet, he knew he could not refute her offer for the game. After all, they were still within her body. And Corrupter was of great power.

"In that case, what I get for participating in your game, if your loyalty is not on the table?" lenny asked.

She giggled a bit as she flowed towards him, cupping his cheeks a bit, "I would have said my virginity, but you can’t fill me up."

Lenny frowned, "I am not joking."

She rolled her eyes, "what’s it with you. Can’t you take a joke? Besides, you did take her first, didn’t you?"

Lenny could tell what was happening. Corrupter was somehow digging trying to dig into his mind. He did not know how, but this much was true.

Then again, she was called the corrupter for a reason. While he was trying to steal her loyalty for himself, she was trying to break him for herself.

"I don’t know what you are talking about." Lenny spoke up.

"Come on now, even with your torn soul, you surely can still remember her. Glenn... Glenn. Imagine what she would think of you, knowing that you Killed her... No, our son! Our last Proof of LOVE!"

She looked into his eyes as she said those words. Making memories Lenny did not know he had come to the surface.

He held his head a bit, "Is this your game?"

"A part of it, yes!" she answered sincerely.

"A part of it!?"

Just then, Lenny felt an attack come from behind him, and instantly, he waved a hand, a huge white fireball, blasted in the direction that the attack had come from.

It had come from the old Elf.

Lenny looked at him. lenny sighed at what he saw.

At the moment, the body of the Old Elf had morphed, taken over by the laws that he had absorbed into his body.

It made his body twist and deform into an abnormal body, broken and reshaped into a ice giant that had red lightening crackling all around him.

His head was still there, lunged in his chest but it was in so much pain that only saliva leaked from his mouth.

Lenny sighed again. When he had won the first game and he had been presented with the gift of Law. he had analyzed it, and he instantly noticed that there was something wrong with it.

The equations for the law did not just sum up. besides, there were elements of it that he did not understand, and even when he tried, continually hid from him.

Lenny had come across law a few times. And never had he ever experienced such. Considering how far his comprehension ability had been built, he instantly suspected that something was definitely fishy, and that was why he did not absorb the law.

As such he threw it away, tagging it as trash.

However, the old elf had taken it.

Coupled with the first one he had taken without Lenny’s knowledge and the last one he had won fair and square, he now had three laws running rampage within his being.

One look at him and Lenny could tell that there was no saving this one.

He was gone. After all, three laws from the corrupter were now running rampage within his body. She was not called the corrupter for no reason.

Lenny looked to his left again. His Centaur was supposed to be acting as a guard to him. However, she now had red glowing veins literally growing on her skin.

Lenny did not know when or how, but this was obviously the Corrupter at work.

He turned back to her.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean? I am only having a conversation with you. Yes... where was I? Ahhhh! I remember, you killed our son..."

All of a sudden, Lenny felt an invasion into his mind as a bright red light bashed him from the Corrupter...

........

Meanwhile, back in Hell, the gruesome pool of aborted blood that had once birthed Lilith had undergone a shocking transformation. Where there was once a churning, unsettling mass of blood, now stood a grand castle, a creation both magnificent and horrifying in equal measure.

The castle was made entirely of blood, but not just any blood—this was living, sentient blood that pulsed and moved as if it had a life of its own.

The walls of the castle shifted and flowed, constantly in motion, yet somehow they held a solid form, creating towering spires, vast battlements, and intricate, winding pathways.

The blood didn’t coagulate or solidify; instead, it maintained a liquid state, continuously cycling through the structure, giving the entire castle an eerie, otherworldly feel. The sight was both terrifying and mesmerizing, a masterpiece of command over Law.

Athena, with curiosity and caution, reached out to touch one of the walls. To her surprise, it felt solid beneath her fingers, despite the constant movement she could see.

The surface was cold, almost like touching ice, yet it had the texture of flesh, smooth and slightly pliant. The sensation was unnerving, as if the castle were alive and aware of her presence.

The grandeur of the castle was undeniable. The architecture was both ancient and elegant, with towering arches, long, blood-red banners that dripped like fresh wounds, and massive, ornate doors that seemed to breathe as they opened and closed.

The light within the castle was dim, illuminated by the glow of the blood itself, casting everything in a deep crimson hue. Every corner of this place spoke of power and darkness, a domain fit for a queen of Hell.

At the very heart of the castle was the high throne room, a vast chamber that stretched upward into shadowy heights.

The ceiling was lost in darkness, but the walls were lined with columns of flowing blood, each one decorated with twisted, blood-formed carvings depicting scenes of ancient battles, betrayals, and the rise and fall of empires. Obviously, Lilith was a fan of the arts.

The air in the throne room was thick with the scent of iron, a reminder of the castle’s macabre origins.

At the far end of the room, Lilith sat upon a throne made of congealed blood, its form twisted and sharp, like the bones of a great beast.

The throne pulsed in time with the castle, as if connected to the very heart of the structure. Lilith herself was the embodiment of dark majesty, her presence commanding and cold. Her glowing ruby eyes gleamed with malevolent intelligence, and her lips curled into a smile as she surveyed her domain.

On one side of her stood Virgil, his expression as unreadable as always, his loyalty to Lilith unwavering.

He was a figure of calm, poised and ready to serve. On the other side stood Athena, her hand still tingling from touching the castle’s walls. She watched Lilith with a mix of respect and caution, fully aware of the power this woman was capable of commanding.

After all, the cerberus till this moment was still suffering its torment outside the castle. Its just that its screams could not penetrate these walls.

Lilith’s voice, smooth and filled with authority, broke the heavy silence of the throne room. "Virgil, what news do you bring from the world above?"

Virgil stepped forward, his voice steady as he delivered the report. "My Queen, the Morningstar has fallen. His reign is no more."

Lilith’s eyes narrowed slightly, though she remained composed. "That much I am aware of. And what of the Earths? What has become of them in his absence?"

"For most, the Royal Demon Families still rule, just as you predicted before your slumber, however, there is a disturbance," Virgil continued, his tone darkening. "One of the Earths has been claimed by a human half-born. His name is Lenny Tales."

At the mention of Lenny’s name, a flicker of interest crossed Lilith’s face. She leaned forward slightly, her gaze intensifying. "A half-born, you say? And he has claimed an Earth?"

Virgil nodded. "Yes, my Queen. He wields power unlike any we have seen in centuries. The rumors suggest he may possess abilities that rival those of the Morningstar himself."

Lilith’s smile returned, this time with a hint of something more—curiosity, perhaps, or anticipation. "Interesting. It seems we have much to discuss and much to prepare for. This Lenny Tales, My little boy. He must be all grown up."

"Your boy?" Athena suddenly voiced out her thoughts.

But just as she had, she wished she had kept her mouth shut instead.

Lilith turned to her, a side smile still at the corner of her lips, "Yes, mine. LENNY TALES IS MY SON!"

(Author’s note: DUM DUM DUM!!! Oh, it gets really juicy from here.)