Devil Slave (Satan system)

Whoever it was that said revenge was not sweet and should be left to karma had never had the power to have their revenge.

Because when done right, revenge could be a dish best served unexpectedly, and better still, unannounced.

For E666 her revenge on the low lives in the F class that took privileges with her waist was a rush that brightened her world.

The world was no longer black and white.

A new colour had been added to the mix.

It was the colour of blood.

In a world where life had only served black and white, red was a beautiful colour.

With her seductive charms, she made them pluck out their own eyeballs and enjoy the flavour of their own flesh.

She did not kill them but made sure they understood what it was like to see the world the way she saw it.

Although this way, they would only see the Black, it was close enough.

And close enough was good enough for her.

She was in so much joy by this that she ran off to see the armless gladiator.

She wanted to tell her about her triumph. She wanted to tell her that she had taken the first step in taking her life into her own hands.

However, when she arrived, what she saw shattered her fragile heart.

*Tip tap*

the beautiful colour she had now come to love leaked gently out of the gladiator's neck to the ground.

E666 got closer and then she had a clearer view of what had happened.

The Gladiator did not have arms but that did not stop her from committing suicide. She had leapt against a blade that cut into her neck.

The gladiator's eyes remained open. But on her lips was a slight smile.

E666 was hurt a lot when she saw the death of her one inspiration, but that smile on the gladiator's face was a smile she would forever proudly remember.

It was the same smile she had whenever she told E666 about her exploits in the Arena.

This was the smile of someone that had decided to pick her poison and die by it.

The Gladiator had decided that she was not going to become a cooking cauldron for creating Half borns and that she was not going to give the Demons the pleasure of ending her own life.

It hurt. It hurt E666 a lot. But this was the event that birthed her determination to get stronger.

The beautiful thing about her power was that it grew with the kind of person she had intercourse with.

And so she trained to be strong.

And ensured that she only laid with gladiators with exemplary strength.

This helped her with two things.

Firstly, it helped her make them her slave and secondly, she could steal some of their power.

It was not long before she was recognized and moved to the E class where she had to fight day and night.

She used her power well, and before anyone knew it, she had climbed to one of the leaders in only a few weeks.

However, she intentionally did not want to get promoted to the next class.

In her opinion, she had not yet drained those in the E class well enough.

She later found her way into the Order. A group of like-minded Gladiators that only desired freedom from this place.

Of course, she had got the information about the Order from the Gladiator she had looked up to.

Being part of a community of people always felt good. An aligning of goals and ambitions.

It was indeed a potent mix. But all the tries to escape even with the order had ended up miserably.

However, that was sometimes the problem with communities.

A person no longer depended on themselves and their own ability to push forward, but the ability of the group.

In other words, being in the Order tamed her ambition instead of feeding it like she had thought it would.

This happened subconsciously. Although the dream was still there, it was more of an enjoyable illusion.

Time passed and that was when she saw Lenny.

The scrawny-looking boy had been thrown into the E class and taken a huge chunk out of another man's lips on his first day.

It was not the first time that she had seen a gladiator with bright possibilities and had him for herself.

Tuning his mind, and making intercourse with her his only obsession.

But Lenny was somehow different. He broke out of her charm like it was nothing.

And managed to avoid her until that event in the Order meeting.

She did not want to but her desperation for freedom pushed her to give her support to E7007.

She knew that Lenny was definitely not dumb.

Even without Seeing her face, he was sure to recognize her voice. But when he was dead and she could drink from his blood and eat his flesh to have his power, would it really matter?

At the time, this was her thought process.

But even amongst those who were called exceptional, there was still that one that stood out to be even more exceptional than the rest.

She had watched how Lenny had against all odds, gone as far as to break his own hands just to take his own future in his grip.

He had stood before a hall of the strongest gladiators in the Arena as the weakest in the room and choose his own fate.

He had decided to rather die than give himself up to them.

At that moment he had jumped into the hole with the Chimera ants, she had seen that same look she had seen back then on that Gladiator's face when she told her stories.

Yes!

Lenny had it. That spark that she had once had and had pushed her forward, but then lost.

Lenny had it, and in him, it burnt like the sun in midday.

The Order of Gladiators had simply taken it to be a loss and let it pass. Going back to its normal activity.

But to her, it was something different.

When she slept at night, she would see the look on his face overlap with that Gladiator she looked up to, and then she would see herself in the trash, trying to reach their glory, but always falling short.

Falling into the only black and white abyss.

The event with Lenny hunted her so for many many days.

And she even tried to get herself back again and again, but something always pulled her back.

And just like he had shown up before, being dragged in by the same demon into the E class, Lenny appeared again.

Of course, the fact that he was still alive was a surprise, but things were different this time around.

He had come back with a different aura about him.

From the moment she had seen him drop from the Cross that held him with killer nails, she knew that he had come back plenty different from the last time.

There was also that look he gave her.

She knew it well. It was the same look she gave to the men that fell for her charms and allowed her to drain their power.

It was the look given to trash.

However, his look displayed real power.

Even from within the crowd, she could feel the radiation of his strength.

After which there was the event in the cell. Where Lenny had comfortably fed a man the d*cks of other men.

He had made eye contact with her during the entire process. Letting her understand that he was coming for her next.

Shivers ran down her spine and throughout the night, she was restless.

Every time she closed her eyes, she would see him doing the most insane things to her.

He fed a guy a hand full of D*cks. It was not hard to imagine the horrors that were coming for her.

Seeing the Fate E301 (pocket) had found himself in, she was determined to get rid of him once and for all.

And this resulted in the actions she had taken.

It was just her desperate attempt at life.

She put all her effort into the bull and directed it at Lenny.

.....

E666 watched with wide eyes and her mouth opened.

There was blood everywhere like she had envisioned would happen but unfortunately, it was not from Who she thought.

Lenny still stood where he was.

However, he had stopped the Raging demon bull with only a his pinky finger.

At the moment, his pinky finger lounged deep inside the Bulls head.

But that was not all.

From the Belly part of the bull to the back Hooves were gone.

It was like it blew apart from the inside out.

That loud Explosion everyone had heard, was the ass of the Bull blowing up like a balloon.

Everyone had the same question on their minds. How the f*ck did he do that?