Devil Slave (Satan system)



Basit tried to advance to stop the match, but Cuban immediately stood before him.

"Badit! We have set rules. Will a respected demon as yourself ignore those rules? I mean even in front of the other Arena masters?"

Basit gritted his teeth hard.

Cuban chuckled a bit. He turned as he watched the fight.

According to the rules, the match had not ended until the opposing party was dead.

Deals amongst demons were greatly frowned upon if broken.

Losing the bet would be the least of Basit's worries if he attempted to go any further.

He had no choice but to watch Lenny at work.

Meanwhile, E666 had already reached her climax, and was going for a second round. 

In between her legs leaked steadily to the ground.

The blood stains on Lenny was an exotic sight for her.

Many would have noticed her arousal, but eyes were focused on the fight.

Lenny was really making it longer than it should have been. 

However, rules were rules.

Lenny had always been one that was meticulous with his work.

This was a habit he developed from a very early age.

Back then when he was little, he would have to isolate the screams of the rodents he was operating on in his mind, while still gaining the satisfaction of exploring their exposed body.

Later on,.he conducted several operations on human beings.

On one occasion, he even had a conversation with the man he was dissecting while he did his good work.

Of course, by conversation, it was the man begging for his life throughout the entire process and Lenny convincing him why it was a necessary for him to play with the man's insides.

Lenny remembered that back then, he had shifted the location of many of the man's internal organs just to see if he would survive afterwards.

Thinking back to those times, Lenny could not help but chuckle a little.

Those times for him were nice times.

When Lenny worked, his mind entered a kind of Zoned state where his focus was entirely fixed on the sensation of his fingers, the knife and the patient underneath the knife.

It was only in this state that he got true tranquility.

Regardless of the screams for him to stop followed by threats from Basit, Lenny continued.

Like a lover caressing the skin of an affectionate lover, he touched D455 with the blade most tenderly.

He did not want mistakes in his work.

Unfortunately, D455 reverted back to his usual human appearance as Lenny worked.

This meant that the healing that the devil's pill provided was gone.

Lenny did not mind this.

It only meant that it was easier to skin his victim.

Lenny whistled a song as he worked.

His fingers moved with professional efficiency.

He made sure to not touch veins or arteries that would allow D455 to bleed out.

If the patient died, then the aim would be defeated.

After all, the goal was for D455 to experience the agonizing pain of having his flesh ripped out stylishly from his body while he was still alive.

Lenny wanted him to understand that they were somethings far worse than death.

In fact, death was but a nice, quick escape from the true responsibility which was suffering.

The face because of its different contours was the most tricky part of this work.

Lenny had make sure that he maintained as much as possible the physical structures when it was peeled off.

If this was his former life, he would have had chemicals as his desposal that would have made the enduring work a lot easier but unfortunately, he had nothing and had to work with what he had.

Along the art of his carving, he even had to change blades several times.

It was not that the blade was blunt, but different edges suited different parts.

For example, the neck with it's easily folded areas needed thinner edges.

At one point, Lenny had to stand up and sharpen a pincer in a particular shape before he continued.

Lenny even thought of asking for better blades from the Magistri, but that would be against the rules of the match.

External interferences was not allowed.

He was only allowed to use what was with him within the ring.

Lenny removed the face as perfect as possible. 

It formed a very nice mask.

Maybe it was the kind of strength, precision, and even accuracy that this world provided him with as he got stronger, but one thing that was sure was that this was his best work yet.

He even got the nose and the lips well. These were areas he would have rather skipped because of how tricky it was.

However, he had made a promise to use D455's skin as a jacket.

Lenny panned to follow through with it as precised as he could.

For Lenny's work, even the ears and the skin on the head was not exempted.

Along the line, Lenny took a short 5 mins break to let his fingers rest a bit.

After which he resumed work. He could not help but sigh as he continued.

If he had known, he would have brought in a bottle of water before he started this match.

Luckily, he had reached the chest and stomach region.

This area was broad and the easiest to slice off.

When Lenny was done with it, he tactically turned the screaming D455 to his side so that he could get a nice cut through the back.

By now, D455 had not been screaming for his life but rather, he was screaming for death.

After a long audacious period, Lenny was done with what thought was a really cool jacket.

For places like the groin area, although it would have been easier to just cut off the man's man hood, Lenny patiently cut off the skin around his penis and then he wore it on his fingers like rings.

Lenny did not let any layer of skin on the man's torso go to waste.

By the time he was done, he was D455's bloody skin as a jacket with the excess skin as rings on his fingers.

Forget the gladiators, even the demons looked at him speechless for words....

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