Devil Slave (Satan system)



When Lenny was preparing to come back from the Chimera colony the first time, he had used his perception ability to check out the underground Layout of the Arena.

Back then, he had knocked upon the Magistri's door by sheer accident and only the aura that the Magistri gave out was enough to leave him scared. 

Back then, he had made sure to remind himself that nothing was going to take him to that door. 

Now, it was all different. 

He was the one heading towards the Magistri on his own accord.

Getting to the Magistri's door was very easy. After all, all demons had their hands full with trying to separate humans from one another.

So far, the only proven method that had worked was fainting them.

However, the humans were many, and the demons were far fewer in number.

Besides, some demons saw this as an opportunity to take advantage of certain humans. The entire place was very chaotic.

In the midst of all this chaos, A222 and Lenny walked through the dim lit passages like a master and his most loyal maid taking an evening stroll.

Their steps were not rushed. This was especially true for Lenny who was leading.

His steps were even, one at a time, not going too fast or too slow. 

A222, made an observation of this. 

Usually, every person had their walking steps that were a combination of balance, weight, blood pressure, muscle tightness, muscle composition and a touch of their personalities.  Basically, with just a person's walking step, one could tell the kind of state the individual's mind was in and how it affected his current perception of himself and his environment

A person's walking step happened on a subconscious level and was mostly never controlled intentionally by the individual except of course there was an injury.

Yet, most people even gladiators and demons usually changed rhythm which was affected by the range of things mentioned above. 

However, Lenny's was different.

From his walking step, she could neither sense confidence, nor pride. There was no understanding of his inner anatomy or the perceptible understanding of his mind. 

This absolutely surprised her. She could sense nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Usually, even the slightest shift in the pumping of hormones or the machination of one's mind that happens to consume a little more calories should affect one's walking step, but for Lenny, they all did not exist.

She had even observed Cuban's walking step and it was nothing like this. Even as a Deep level Demon, he was still a person, and his mind was a chaotic mess. 

If A222, was to put it plainly in words, then she would say that it was as if Lenny was a Hollow being floating through the surface of the earth.

The only information she could slightly read was the details her eyes caught from his posture and movement, and even that was terribly vague.

His hands although swinging as he walked, always did so at exactly the same length, either forwards or backwards. It was never by even a millimeter ever too much or too small.

It was as if it was measured by some supernatural being with divine precision for its puppets.

His legs were also the same thing.  I think you should take a look at

She was a gladiator that had been blessed with a miraculous ability to be able to see and sense the world around her from an entirely different point of view from the rest of the world.

And Yet, she could not read Lenny one bit. Such a finding was very terrible knowledge. 

After all, for a long time in her life, she had always operated by the boundaries of this knowledge. 

She suddenly thought it was sad thing for any person to have an opponent like Lenny. Yes, it was truly a sad thing.

If she, that was blessed with such attention to detail could not peel lenny, then she wondered how it was possible for ordinary people, including demons to face him.

Drops of perspiration appeared on her forehead at the thought. 

"A scary opponent!" she thought to herself.

However, A222 did not even begin to know the meaning of those words.

There was only two ways to impose discipline on an individual. 

One method was from an external source hammering it into the individual. An example would be a Military instructor training a group of cadets. 

The second method was self discipline. The Will to beat, hammer and mold one's self in the visional image of perfection in one's own mind.

Of the two, the first method at the end of the day only helped with compliance to orders. 

However the second was true Discipline. 

As a man that loved his job more than his very life, lenny had hammered every dent in his mind and body into the sharpest and toughest blade.

Aside the training from the Schools he attended, he trained himself to become the sum total of all assassination imagery every considered, in every tribe, culture, religion, and in general, way of life.

What A222 did not, was the fact that at the moment, lenny was actually at his most alert. 

Even though that smile never left his face, and that I don't care attitude still hovered about him, he was at his most alert. 

In case of any danger, he was at the best position to react with incredible speed. 

There were only intercepted a couple of times.

Each time, Lenny killed by just letting his Killing intent flow like a river out of him. Whether it was demons, or horny humans rushing at them, all ended the same way, HEADLESS!

Finally, they got to the room.

This was a big twin door of at 20 meters high. It was metallic and looked rusted, and worn out. 

However, Lenny knew that the door was just in place for customary purposes. It really served no function of preventing people from entering.

It was just that no one was foolish enough to dare it.