Devil Slave (Satan system)



It had been days since Lenny left Athena behind.

She had screamed, kicked and begged, but Lenny was not interested and walked away.

She had dislocated her shoulder. 

The injury was so bad that it tore through her flesh.

She was a gladiator, and such an injury was as good as daily bread.

However, the real problem was the fact that when Lenny was blasted with negative Magic, some of it had gotten to her.

Some it had entered the wound before she could pop those dislocated bones back in place.

At first, there was nearly nothing wrong.

However, over time, the negative Magic started to take a natural toll on her body as it spread.

The first thing it did was to whack her sense of direction.

All of a sudden, she was not sure on which direction to follow.

Meaning that she was not sure of which direction was the right or the wrong one.

She tried to force out the negative Magic from her body with her Darkline magic.

But unfortunately, the results were far less than desirable.

Darkline magic from Half-borns was nearly useless against negative Magic.

It was almost as if she was feeding the negative Magic, letting it grow.

It was very frustrating for her.

It was only after it started to damage her internal organs did she understand that she made poor choice in judgement.

From the very beginning when she was injured, it would have been better to Rio the arm off from the point of infection, and then sterilize the location of the cut with Darkline magic.

However, she had been too indecisive, and her unwillingness to let a hand go got the better of her.

Then again, she shouldn't be blamed for this.

It was not as of she had Reptoid abilities like Crusher did.

Like a lot of Gladiators, she healed good, but not that good.

At least not so good enough to regrow a limb.

Athena's suffering was bad, and it was made only worse because of her extremely sensitive senses.

Just like ants slowly taking bites, she could feel the negative Magic slowly eating her up.

It was a terrible feeling, only made worse by the knowledge of her forth coming demise.

She could calculate how long it would take before she died.

As far as she was concerned, she needed to find Lenny and appologise to him within that period of time.

She was fully aware that it was placing feelings before common sense in a dangerous world that had led to the problem now at hand.

If she had let Lenny do as he intended, then she would have most likely not been in this state.

After a constant stagger, walking aimlessly and without the right direction to move in, she fell to the ground.

Her head had already started to hurt.I think you should take a look at

Being the only one out here, she had no company but her thoughts, and negative Magic had already started with that. 

Placing illusions was of cause some of the tricks it pulled out.

Athena was fortunate that Lenny had destroyed the mutated beasts in this area out of his spite and anger.

However, the beasts of one's mind were also as scary. And with negative Magic, both corrupting and amplifying it, it was not long that Athena started seeing things.

"Hey there baby, I heard you miss me."

It was Hector. However, he was not in his human form, but was in that form after taking the chaos pill.

He wore a long gown and had jewelry on.

By his side was Cuban. Both of them seemed to be buddies.

Infact, they were too close in fact, as they were making out in front of her.

"Hector, please... Help.."

Hector turned to her, still licking Cuban's face.

However, neither the tongue nor voice came out of his mouth, but rather the inverted opening in his chest. Also, he talked funny. Like a girl trying to please her man.

"Oh! You need me and my boy toy Cuban to help you. Of course my mushroom paste. But first, you got to spread your legs."

"I'll... I'll do anything. Just make it stop. Just make it stop. Just get him. Get Lenny, his... Magic can stop the negative Magic," she pleaded as her pale face revealed her terrible situation.

"What!? Oh now you want Lenny." Hector frowned, "I knew that asshole had something on you. Did you guys fuck when you were in the Nursery. I always knew you were like those breeding F class trash. Huh! Did he breed you too."

Hector grabbed her by her hair and lifted her before flinging her once more to the ground.

Her head and shoulder hurt even more and she coughed more some blood.

It was black like tar.

"Oh! I see you are in so much pain. Don't worry, see My boy toy, Cuban, will make sure to treat you write. Now spread your legs. Bitch! I said spread them."

Athena looked around. She was very confused as to what to do. 

However, Cuban had already taken out his manhood.

The sight of it made her eyes widen.

Cuban was already at least seven to eight feet tall. However, his cock was from his waist to his legs, which were surprisingly not the hooves that she knew but hands.

Cuban had hands for feet.

With a wide grin on his face, he approached her.

The grin on his face sparked the deep rooted fear for the Arena master she, like any other gladiator within the arena had always had, and with tears slowly forming in her eyes, she spread her legs to him.

Cuban chuckled, "yes, that's it. You little bitch." 

Slowly, his member grew to an outstanding erect length.

"Yes, Cuban. Fuck her! Fuck her good. That's all she is good for." Hector cheered at the side.

However, at this moment, Cuban's smile suddenly froze.

"What the heck is that?" He pointed in between her legs.

Athena was confused by this. However, she leaned in to see...