Devil Slave (Satan system)

As Lenny's breakthrough resonated across the realms, it inadvertently captured the attention of Governor Momoa, one of the Great ranked demons. The surge of power, unfamiliar and potent, set Momoa on edge, his mind immediately turning to Cuban as the probable source. The thought irked him, stirring a mixture of anger and concern within. The scars of battle, a grim souvenir from the last confrontation with the Great Demons and the suicidal charge of the Primordial beast known as Crimson Seraph, had left Momoa in a dire state.

Governor Momoa, a formidable figure with the bloodline of Medusa, was a sight of might and terror in his prime. His stature, reminiscent of a seasoned bodybuilder, was now marred by grievous wounds. A gaping injury stretched from his shoulder to his waist, stubbornly resisting healing, while the loss of a hand and the scorched remnants of his once majestic wings painted a picture of a warrior pushed beyond his limits. Even his snake-like hair, a living homage to the Medusa legend, had been partially destroyed, leaving him a shadow of his former glory.

Despite his battered condition, Momoa was soaking in a healing pool, an attempt by his butler, Basket Face, to mend the governor's broken body. Yet, the sudden awareness of a powerful entity encroaching upon Waterfall city jolted Momoa from his recuperation. The boldness of this presence, unmasking its power without restraint, was perceived by Momoa as a direct challenge to his authority.

Basket Face, ever the vigilant and thoughtful servant, attempted to counsel restraint, "Lord Momoa, I greatly advise against any more conflict. There is only so much that your body can take." His words were a plea for prudence, a reminder of the governor's precarious health.

However, Momoa's sense of duty to his city and his pride as its protector spurred him into action. "I know, but this is my city and If I don't show up, that person out there will think I can be easily bullied," he responded, determination coloring his voice. Meanwhile, lenny landed slowly to the ground, before the Governor. The size and height difference between this two was a lot, but that did not mean the governor was going to look down on him one bit. After all, He could clearly feel the power coming From lenny's body. With that, he propelled himself out of the healing pool and through the city, driven by a need to confront the source of the disturbance directly.

What awaited Momoa was not what he expected. The figure before him was Lenny Tales, not Cuban, setting the stage for a confrontation steeped in surprise and uncertainty. This unexpected meeting between Lenny and Governor Momoa, under the guise of a power breakthrough, hinted at new tensions.

Meanwhile, lenny landed slowly to the ground, before the Governor. The size and height difference between this two was a lot, but that did not mean the governor was going to look down on him one bit. After all, He could clearly feel the power coming From lenny's body. Governor Momoa was left speechless. After all, it had only been a couple of days ago that he had seen lenny rolling on the ground, beneath the might of Mr Augustus.

Back then, lenny had not even been a rank one Great Demon. Instead, he had been at the Deep Demon rank, an existence that was nothing to the Governor. Governor Momoa frowned a bit, "it would seem like I truly underestimated you, boy. Your growth is a very terrifying thing! It has not even been a year, and you are already a Great Demon."

Lenny smiled back at him, "thank you for the compliment, governor. but If you would excuse me, I have far more important matters to attend to."

On saying this, Lenny walked confidently towards the Governor, completely disregarding his presence. This was action that completely surprised Governor Momoa.

Even more, the distance from him to Lenny, as Lenny passed by him with no regard was only half a shoulder's length. A sudden mountain of rage suddenly overwhelmed him and Governor moved.

After all, Lenny was greatly disrespecting him. Even if lenny had become a great demon, so what?

Instantly, he turned, using his one remaining hand, he sort to give Lenny a magnificent punch, powered by cosmic energy. The Governor's muscles tightened up as veins appeared like the roots of a tree. And then it came close to hitting lenny's face. Time seemed to come to a crawl as Lenny's eye turned to the side, seeing the arrival of the punch that literally burnt the air in its descent. *BOOM!*

A mixture of smoke and dust went up in the air as a crater was formed. "Hahaha!!!" Governor Momoa chuckled, "Do you think I have forgotten? You, Human trash! You stole from me. Or do you think just because you are now a mere rank 3 great demon that you can stand I, Governor Momoa, a Peak Great Demon Power House?"

Lenny had stolen two things from the Governor before he left to the Nether realm. He had stolen the Page From The BOOK OF DEATH. Secondly, he had stolen the heart of the rank 4 hell Beast containing the Souls of Governor Momoa's sons that he had been planning to use to grow in power.

Surely, there could not be peace between these two.

However, the dust suddenly cleared up and all Governor Momoa could see was the sudden appearance of a serpent snake around his arm towards his face. Instinctively, he backed away, taking a huge jump back as he blasted his power about him in defense. The serpent did not back away. Instead, it hover in the air just in front of Lenny. Governor Momoa looked at his hand. it felt as if he had punched metal with thorns on it that refused to break. His fist was now injured.

It was only now that Governor Momoa realized that his punch had not connected with Lenny, but instead, it had connected with the serpent's body. It had blocked the punch.

Lenny on the other hand continued walking forward. it was as if he had not even noticed that a punch had been thrown at him. "Kill, just play with him. I'll take his life myself when I come back. That one owes me a Kill." Lenny walked away into The city while the serpent Known as Kill suddenly grew in size, becoming that of a bus. Its red hellish gaze fixed on Governor Momoa...

(Author's Note: Damn it! I got their blood all pumped up again. Do you guys want more...? Author laughs in Demon langauage... LOL. Send gifts.)

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