Devil Slave (Satan system)



Because of their rivalry, Lady Vinegar and Agnes sat in the same VIP spot.

It would be a shame if they could not look at the faces of one another and give gleeful smiles at the misery of the other depending on who was winning.

However, right now, it was definitely not Lady Vinegar. 

The fact that Lenny had not shown up was very discouraging, and Agnes by her side, did not let the opportunity to taunt pass her by.

"Hey, I thought you said that he was training hard?

Did he maybe Train himself to Death...Hehehe!" Agnes giggled shyly. "Is it true Vinegar? Did you perhaps give your heart to a gladiator trash... You know, now that I think about it, after what happened when I and my brother arrived, your love toy must have shaken to his boots in fear. I bet he is hiding under his bed at this moment missing the taste of your mammary gland in his infant mouth." 

She giggled loudly again. 

This was action that made Gar very angry, but she did not display her anger, holding it back as much as possible. After all, a fight in this land was going to ensure that she was kicked out of this place. 

All she could do was swallow it in. 

"Sister Agnes, Why do you tease Lady Vinegar so much, is she not your friend?" A much younger, lighter, feminine voice asked.

Agnes turned to her side and smiled at the young lady. 

This young lady with dark hair flowing like a waterfall all the way to her waist bright blue eyes and a straightforward Demeanor was none other than the third person in their VIP booth.

Her name was Lady Allison. 

She looked like any simple girl with no outstanding features except for her eyes. However, her sleeveless gown carrying the emblem of the Iron back Werewolves said otherwise. 

This was the Emblem of a palm with long Claws. 

Allison was no ordinary person. Just the fact that she could sit in this booth was evidence of her status. 

After all, Allison was the sole child to the Alpha of her own Pack. She was also Ulric's niece. This meant that automatically, she was literally the next Alpha. 

Of course, her Alpha ceremony had not yet been conducted but many already hailed her as such. 

She was also the person that Victor was supposed to meet and using the Eye of the Primordial beast, he was supposed to make her Imprint on him. 

However, things had not gone according to plan. 

Of Course, Allison was not aware of the intention to force the Imprinting process on her person. 

All she knew was that she had been expecting an important guest from the rival Pack, and because of unforeseen circumstances, he had not made it.

However, looking down into the Arena, the lone figure without a participant at the far-off corner caught her attention. 

She could not help but stare his way. 

By Coincidence, Victor happened to also look her way. As if to pierce through the dark screen separating them. Although he did not see her, his instinct tickled at him from behind.

Victor did not see anybody, but Allison could not help but keep looking his way, thinking he was rather handsome.

.....

Amongst the Elders, sat Elder Isiah. He could not help but look in a certain direction, at a certain VIP booth. 

The expression on his face was also one of worry.

Duncan and clawed were in this specific VIP Booth. 

They looked at one another, knowing fully well that Elder Isiah's uncomfortable look was because of them. 

However, they could do nothing about Lenny's lateness. Even if they wanted to go back to the Sup Plane imperilment to get Lenny, they couldn't. 

After all, they had left the Bracelet portal with him, giving it the condition that he could only return once he found the Whistle Horn of the Hell beast.

Now, they too could not help but worry a bit. In fact, Clawed worried more while Duncan kept up faith that Lenny would make it.

....

Elder Zod Stepped forward, "Without any further wait, we will now begin The Alpha Selection Tournament. If any participant or Fighter is absent from the competition, then they shall live with the dire consequence of their actions." 

As he said this, he had specifically looked in Victor's direction. This made everyone in the audience whisper lightly. Some who placed bets on Victor's loss already celebrated their victory, while those who Bet on his Win started to shed tears. 

The Tournament was just beginning, but emotions were already being toyed with. 

Such was this glorious event. After this, many would become very rich and many would become so poor and broke that they would be thrown out of the city to the bitter street.

One man in particular shed a lot of tears. When asked why by another man at his side, he cried more as he answered, "I wanted to place my bet on Curtin. This was my entire Family's savings. I am a man CURSED with nine children. I thought that if I bet with what I had left, I could have made it big to take care of my children. But a mysterious figure with a hoodie showed up from nowhere and threatened me to place my Bet on Victor Winning. 

I refused, but the mysterious figure was just too powerful. Seeing such a powerful figure having such confidence, I decided to through in my luck with Victor. but now... But now...." His cries increased as he wept heavily.

The people by his side shook their heads at the poor man's Unfortunate circumstance. Those who bet for Curtin to win thanked their stars that they had not met that mysterious Fellow who forced the man to bet for Victor. 

"What was the name of the mysterious fellow?" Another man asked.

The man wept some more as he tried his hardest to remember. After a while, he seemed to have recalled the name. 

"I did not tell me his name, but the companion by his side had called him.... erm... erm. I think he said Cu... Cuban!" 

(Author's note: Yes! Its about to go down and You know it is. Still accepting gifts and golden tickets please!)