Devil Slave (Satan system)



.......Flash back ( former world)......

A young lady with bright charisma, long brown flowing hair, like honey from her head walked along a long wide, well spaced corridor.

She wore a red gown that stopped just above her knees. The gown was just tight enough to give the imagination a perfect glimpse of what her curvy body looked like in her nakedness.

With comfortable high heels the same color of her gown, her shape from her model like legs upwards was a sight for uncomfortable wet dreams at night.

Her every action whether consciously or unconsciously excluded her deep feminine sensuality.

They were many that were blessed with beauty and leant a bit of seduction along the way.

However, this one was different.

She was a beauty but was either born with seduction seeping out of her bones or she was a goddess in a previous life.

To make matters worse, she had the most innocent look in her eyes.

It was so bright that one could tell that she did not know of her charms.

Either ways, whether it was in beauty or style, kindness or charisma, she was one of a kind.

At the moment, she walked down the well spaced corridors made bright with the over head chandeliers.

She was the princess of the nation and only daughter to the king.

She was his jewel and morning star, and he treated her as such.

For this reason, she was rarely allowed to leave the castle, and never got the opportunity to see the outside world for what it was.

Her father as King was a very busy man and never had time for her.

However, every thing she ever wanted was always provided for her. 

She was usually hidden from the outside world.

In fact, the only reason this particular person following her could see her, was because of the upcoming memorable event.

At the moment, she was introducing her father's private collection of grand Art works to the nerdy looking Curator from the national museum.

The Curator had glasses on his nose bridge so big they looked like extra eyes.

He had a hunched back, and his hair was rough and unkept.

Every time he talked, it was through his teeth and saliva would fling all over the place.

With the grey suit too baggy for his body that he wore so comfortably, he was as geeky and nerdy as they came.

In plain terms, he was no way close to her league.

"And this Mr Lenny Tales is the true painting of the Monalisa. My great grand father had secured it hundreds of years ago. My father is willing to donate it to the national Museum on behalf of my ascension to the throne."

"Oh!" The nerdy looking Lenny Tales walked up to it, adjusted his glasses so big they could be goggles at the painting.

"So this is the original?" Saliva escaped his mouth as he talked spraying all over the painting.

The Princess frowned at this. She removed a handkerchief and gently wiped the painting.

"PLEASE! Mr Tales. The cost of this painting alone could feed the national budget. It is truly a beautiful and priceless artefact."

However, Lenny's words made her pause.

"I don't agree!"

She raised a brow and turned to him.

However his eyes remained on the painting.

His fingers stroked it a bit.

Like the gentle tease of a lover.

"It is truly a priceless painting, but if you say it is beautiful, I do not agree."

She almost chuckled at his words.

"Is this curator blind, or he is in need of extra goggles," she thought to herself.

After all, this Painting was wanted by all.

"Mr Tales, this painting was made by Leonardo Da Vinci. It is a master piece and one of his greatest...."

"And so what?" Lenny's words interrupted her.

"So what if it was painted by some old forgotten dude? Just beacause the world thinks it is beautiful does not mean it is beautiful."

He suddenly turned to her, "true beauty is not be based on the whims of others or their sense of appreciation for cost. It is pure and has to be appreciated by one's own senses. If not, if they say dog shot is beautiful, does that make it beautiful?"

Lenny's words surprised her and she looked at him in a new light.

She had been in these castle walls for many years and every time her father brought her to this painting, he would describe how beautiful and expensive it was. 

However, she had never thought that her perspective of the painting was not her own but her an influence of her father's appreciation for it's worth on her.

It made her see this Ugly and rough looking Curator in a new light.

"I have seen all the paintings in this place," he pointed at the paintings on the walls.

"And in my own opinion, the only true beauty is the one that can't be put on the walls. The one that stands before me," Lenny took her hand, and while maintaining eye contact with her, he kissed the back of her hand.

Her cheeks instantly flushed a color of red, and she could not help but shyly avert her eyes from his, her other hand quickly hiding her hair behind her ear and looking else where to hide her facial reaction.

She took a sharp breath in at the feel of his moist lips on the back of her hand.

"Oh my! Mr Tales is that not a little too much?"

"No! Princess Catherine. It isn't, and please, call me by my first name, and no 'Mr'. Lenny is just fine," he cracked a charming smile at her.

It made her cheeks redden even further.

....... Present day(new world).....

"Shit! Shit!! Shit!!! Those are fucking Soul Devils. We have to get the fuck out of here right NOW!!!"

Lenny did not need to be told twice before he followed behind them.

Just that one hit on his chest and he could tell that these were not normal devils.

They did not even possess a physical or tangeble form.

As they ran, C888 slipped against the carpet and fell.

As he did, he spranged his ankle.

For a gladiator, such a minor injury was nothing.

It could heal in but a few seconds.

However, it had happened had a very critical time.

The Soul Devils were just behind them.

Lenny turned about the moment C888 fell.

The most sensible thing would have been to keep moving and save his own life, but Lenny did not see himself as such a person.

As far as he was concerned, he was the kindest, most caring and righteous person in the world.

Especially when it came to leaving a teammate behind, he was not going to do that.

He immediately went back for C888 pulling him away just when the Soul Devils howling as the floated on the air were about to get him.

Unfortunately, as Lenny helped him up, a Devil arm stretched for his leg.

Lenny pushed him forward, taking his place before the Soul devil.

The Soul devil hand touched him.

*Boom!*

A strong repelling force sent him flying, and the soul Devil was repelled backwards.

<Alert>

<Temporary Soul defence activated>

<Defence integrity at 60%>

<Please note: Soul will be devoured at 0%>

Once more, he got the same alert again.

It had only been a touch and it was already a huge threat to his life.

This meant that if a Soul devil was to so f

Much as graze a normal person, that person was finished.

Lenny was able to figure out the kind of Devils he was dealing with, with just the available information.

These devils were not normal devils.

From the look of things, they fed on one's soul.

Three of them rushed through the Corridor and into a room that seemed opened.

*Bam!* 

Lenny shut the door behind him.

"What the hell was that!?"

They all took in sharp breaths.

"Those are Soul Devils. I have heard about them from the Magistri before. They will not eat your body and only strictly feed on the soul. They are very savage creatures!" A222 answered.

"No doubt! Is there any way to kill them?" Lenny asked.

"Unless there are in a solid state, I do not know any way to kill them. All I know is that they are formless and have to take their form from your memories in order to feed. According to the Magistri, they will take memories you are most emotionally connected to. This is to weaken your mental defense against them." A222 replied.

"Shit!" Lenny cursed. It was just as he suspected. 

No wonder the entire castle looked familiar.

He was an assassin in his former life.

There was a particular job he had done in this castle. It was one that he regretted ever taking.

In fact, it was one that he regretted a lot.

After all, he might have been a murderer, but he was still a man, and this was where he met her.

"Wait!" C888 suddenly called their attention. "Can they go through walls!?" He pointed above their heads.

At a corner, where the ceiling and walls met, trails of blood flowed down.

The blood fell down the walls slowly.

To Lenny, it looked like a horror movie.

The blood pooled on the ground, and then a hand shot out of it.

The hand looked abnormal and had long fingers.

Slowly, it progressed from the hole.

As it did, Lenny frowned.

Subconsciously, they all backed off.

Lenny was no exception....

(Author's note: I hope you guys understood the chapter. I'm going to be giving subsequent flash backs on the former world. And yes... This arch is about what you guys are thinking. A former love interest. Pls enjoy....)