Devil Slave (Satan system) Chapter 5 He Sent Me To Hell...

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Lenny gazed at the sea of faces staring back at him. A heavy silence had fallen over the arena, gripping both the Gladiators and the spectators alike.

The outcome was something no one had anticipated.

Positioned high above in the VIP section where the demons watched, a specific demon reclined on a long couch. He was flanked by stunning succubus women who doted on him, feeding him various fruits.

A massive tray sat before him, overflowing with fruit. At its center rested the cooked head of a human, a tomato stuffed into its agape mouth.

The features of the face were frozen in an expression of the sheer agony the individual had endured prior to death.

Reaching forward, the Demon plunged a finger into an eye socket. He plucked out an eyeball and tossed it into his mouth.

The sound of crunching echoed as he savored the succulent juices of his snack.

Lenny’s killing of D4023 caused the demon to pause before he let out a soft chuckle.

He rose from his seat, brushing aside the alluring, pink-skinned succubus women. He was a massive, muscular figure with the head of an Ox and a thick iron ring through his nose. His skin was red and covered in hair, making him significantly larger than many of the Gladiators in the pit.

This Demon was known as Cuban, the master of this arena. He stepped toward the edge of the luxury balcony.

His movement caught the attention of the other demons in the stands. Cuban was a Deep Demon level entity, currently in his second stage of power.

Word was spreading that he was on the verge of another breakthrough.

Opening his arms wide, he began to clap. When the lesser demons saw the master of the Arena applauding the display, they followed suit, joining the ovation.

"Good! Very good!" he remarked, gesturing toward a demon guard standing behind him. "Ensure that one receives an extra portion of food tonight. Should he survive until the week's end, he might even earn a spot in the welcoming party for the governor."

The armored Demon guard bowed low and departed.

Lenny remained unaware that the trumpet signaling the end of the matches had blared just as the giant was about to crush him.

He had secured his kill at that precise moment. While the other gladiators ceased their fighting, relieved the event was over, Lenny was only just finishing his work.

Because of his small stature compared to an opponent nearly four times his size, the entire crowd’s focus had been magnetically drawn to him.

Lenny gasped for air, his lungs burning. His foe was dead.

The sheer effort required to slay the man had drained every ounce of his remaining stamina.

With great difficulty, he forced himself to stand.

The two Halfborns who had previously been bickering over him gave him a thumbs-up. However, Lenny lacked the energy to acknowledge them. Despite the system enhancing his power, he felt incredibly feeble.

Sensation had completely left his legs.

*Dud!*

He collapsed onto the dirt. His eyelids felt like lead, but he fought the urge to sleep.

Losing consciousness in a place like this was a death sentence.

Suddenly, he felt a firm yank on his arm, and he was hoisted over a man's shoulder like a sack of grain.

"Not bad, pretty boy! Not bad at all!!"

It was one of the men who had been arguing over him earlier.

As demon guards led them through a pair of massive doors, the Gladiators waved to the cheering crowd.

From his vantage point on the man’s back, Lenny saw it clearly. Just as the gates were closing, demons leaped into the arena to feast upon the corpses of the fallen.

The sight made him grimace.

They were guided through shadowy tunnels to a location where they had to surrender their weapons.

Despite the oppressive darkness of the corridors, the demons and Halfborns moved with ease.

This was one of the many traits inherited from their demonic lineage.

After navigating several corridors, they arrived at the cell block.

The sound of loud groaning filled the air. Lenny instinctively turned his gaze toward the noise.

Inside one of the cells was a dark-skinned man with a thick beard and black dreadlocks that reached down to his waist.

He was entirely naked, with the designation D800 tattooed in black across his chest. He was positioned behind a naked woman. Even though he towered over her, it was of no consequence.

He gripped her waist tightly, lifting her so high her feet dangled as he drove into her from behind.

Tears streamed down her face as she cried out in visible distress. Her shoulder bore the tattoo F222.

The man glanced through the bars at the passing gladiators, flashed a grin, and continued his business.

"Wow! It looks like D800 decided to spend his points on rewards again instead of taking the promotion to C class," the man carrying Lenny remarked.

"Yeah, but can you really blame the guy?" his companion replied. "He’s the king of the D class. I’ve heard the C class fighters are literal monsters; some have even reached the level of Demon grade Cultivation. Someone like D800 would be nothing more than a snack for them to chew up and spit out."

The two men nodded to each other in agreement and kept walking.

This was the post-apocalyptic era. In a realm governed by demons and devils, only raw power mattered.

The large man tossed Lenny into a cell. The room was barely large enough for three people, and he was to share it with his companions. There were no beds, only tattered, filthy blankets on the floor and a bucket in the corner for waste.

Despite the squalor, the two men seemed genuinely pleased to be back.

They had barely laid down for a few seconds before the sound of snoring filled the room.

Lenny sat up, trying to organize his thoughts. As he sifted through the memories of this new body, his brow furrowed, and then he suddenly erupted into laughter.

When Lucifer had mentioned sending him to another world, Lenny hadn't realized he was being sent straight to hell...