Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 809  Getting Minnie Again

As he held Glenn, the embodiment of his deepest affections and regrets, Lenny's moment of emotional surrender was abruptly shattered by a stark realization, a clarity that cut through the illusion like a blade. "Why the FUCK do they always use you to get to me? Do they think I am so gullible..?" The words spilled from him, a mix of anger and defiance, as he acted on his suspicion, his fingers striking with precision into her belly.

This act, violent and decisive, served as the catalyst for the unraveling of the memory. The scene around him began to distort, the consistency of the memory fluctuating wildly, oscillating between the emotional intensity of the farewell and the static of a reality coming undone. Each pulse of static revealed the truth behind the illusion, shifting the figure of Glenn back to the monstrous form of the blood spider, its body a grotesque tapestry of deception, its many eyes reflecting the cunning of its design.

Lenny, now fully aware of the manipulation at play, fixed his gaze upon the creature, his hand buried in its chest. His voice, though calm, carried an undeniable edge of authority and disdain.

 "A lot of things are wrong with this memory. Firstly, it did not rain on that day. Secondly, Captain Crimson would never allow crabs to pull his ship through the deserts. He is too in love with his crocodiles. And lastly, Glenn would have kicked my ass onto that ship rather than let me stay." With these words, Lenny not only exposed the flaws in the creature's illusion but also reaffirmed his own grasp on reality, a declaration of his resistance against the manipulation that sought to exploit his emotions. This confrontation was not just a battle against a magical entity; it was a struggle for truth, a fight to preserve the integrity of his memories and the authenticity of his feelings.

As Lenny stood before the creature, his hand still embedded within its form, he realized the depth of the Asmodeus family's cunning. They had sought to use his most potent memories, his most vulnerable moments, against him. Yet, in doing so, they had underestimated his strength, his ability to discern truth from deception. This realization empowered Lenny, fueling his determination to eradicate this invasive presence from his soul.

The confrontation within the depths of his mind was a turning point, a moment where Lenny not only faced the darkness that sought to control him but also embraced the light of his own resilience and clarity. Lenny's grin was the prelude to the endgame, a clear signal of his anticipation and preparedness for the creature's next move. "Devour! Take it!" he commanded, his voice echoing with the certainty of victory. Responding with immediate obedience, Devour surged into the fray, its form slicing through the memory's fabric, shattering it like fragile glass under the force of its assault. The blood spider, a construct of deception and manipulation, found its form decimated with a swift, decisive strike, its head severed in a singular, fluid motion.

But the creature was not without its defenses; in a desperate bid for survival, it fragmented into a myriad of smaller spiders, scattering in all directions in an attempt to escape. Lenny, however, was steps ahead, his chuckle resonating with the confidence of one who had already foreseen this turn of events.

 With a wave of his hand, he unleashed his magic, a powerful gravitational pull that ensnared the fleeing fragments, drawing them back towards the epicenter of their doom.

Seizing the moment, Devour enveloped the congregation of spiders, consuming them in one fell swoop. The illusion that had once dominated Lenny's heart shattered completely, dissipating into the void from whence it came. A profound tranquility returned to Lenny's soul, a serene clarity that reaffirmed his indomitable resolve to conquer and seek vengeance for his master. The disturbance within his soul, a remnant of the Asmodeus family's insidious influence, had been eradicated, restoring his focus and purpose.

However, the battle was not yet over. Lenny's senses, now sharpened by the victory within his heart, detected the residual presence of another parasite, this time lurking within the groin area, a testament to the Asmodeus family's manipulation of lust. "Let's go get the second one!" he ordered, his determination unwavering as he and Devour transitioned to confront this next challenge.

Upon arrival, Lenny was not met with deceptive memories but with a more direct manifestation of temptation—physical representations of Baroness Everbee, each more captivating and alluring than the last. Their ethereal beauty was a clear attempt to ensnare him through seduction, a test of his resolve against the primal allure of lust.

Undeterred, Lenny prepared for the onslaught, his sleeves rolled up in a gesture of readiness. As the illusions of Baroness Everbee advanced, their intentions clear, Lenny conferred upon Devour the power to grow, transforming it into a towering force of retribution. "You may feast!" he declared, granting Devour the authority to eradicate these manifestations of temptation.

Joining the battle, Lenny summoned white flames, a purifying force to cleanse his soul of the Asmodeus family's final stronghold. The struggle was intense, a battle of will against the base manipulations of lust, but Lenny's determination was unyielding.

After what seemed like an eternity but was merely another hour in the realm of his soul, Lenny emerged victorious, his eyes opening to the reality of the Nether realm once more, with Devour retracting into his being. The tranquility that now filled his soul was a testament to his victory, not just over the entities that sought to control him but over the very nature of the temptations they wielded. Lenny stood, cleansed and renewed.

Now, after clearing himself of the hold that the Asmodeus family had on him, it was time for the next move.

Lenny waved his hand to Steal, "Get me that one!" He pointed at Minnie in the red sands.

Usually, anything that touches the red sands was consumed by it. But Steal had its name what it was for a reason....n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om