Devil Slave (Satan system)

In the eerie silence that followed the battle's fury, Lenny's confrontation with the Avatar of Death unfolded with an intensity that transcended the physical realm. The entity, a visage of black miasma where a face ought to be, seemed impervious to Lenny's grasp, her form an enigma wrapped in shadow.

Despite the force with which Lenny had brought her down, creating a crater as testament to his power, his touch seemed to clutch at nothing but smoke. Yet, her response was not of distress but of amusement, a laughter that resonated with a dark, playful edge.

Adorned in attire that whispered of eternal night, her presence alone was enough to leech the life from Lenny, his vitality seeping away at her mere touch. The alarms from the Satan system underscored the grave threat she posed, not just to his physical form but to his very essence. Undeterred by the drain on his powers, Lenny faced her with the resilience born of countless battles against formidable foes. After all, in every confrontation, attitude was the most important leverage, and an assassin like Lenny knew this well.

"What do you want from me?" he demanded, his voice a blend of defiance and inquiry. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

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Her reply, ethereal yet laden with an unsettling sweetness, hinted at an intimate predestination between them, a cosmic betrothal that sought to bind Lenny in a nuptial of shadows. "Is it now a crime for me to have a taste of my betrothed before our wedding night!" she teased, her words a seductive lure into the depths of her domain. Yet, for Lenny, no siren's call could sway his steadfast spirit. It was deep, as if to seduce Lenny, inviting him into a peak taste of her bedroom. Any weaker man on the spot might have started to feel her voice weather down their mental defenses, but lenny was not a normal man.

"Explain!" Lenny's demand cut through the chilling air, a call for clarity amidst the cryptic dance of their dialogue. Her response, a touch upon his chest with a bone-chill finger, and instantly, lenny felt unimaginable pain as the veins in his body at that area she had touched morphed together, molding and wriggling about to form a seal. This was her seal. Death's seal on his body.

This mark was not just a symbol but a pact, a seal of their entwined destinies sanctioned by the Morningstar himself. "Didn't the Morningstar tell you, my love. Reincarnation and rebirth may not happen without my permission and Seal Kiss..." she revealed, her touch unleashing a pain that wove the seal into his very being.

though the pain was obvious, Lenny only gave a frown that immediately vanished. He maintained his strict look.

"And when I asked for payment, like I always do, the Morningstar was surprisingly willing to share..." she giggled shyly. "Back then, I did not know why, but now," she turned her head looking out to the city Lenny had just emptied of all life, "...Now I see why. You are indeed the best for me, my love!" This declaration, though fraught with foreboding, confirmed Lenny's role in a grander cosmic scheme. At least at her finger's it was so.

In a surprising display of strength, she effortlessly broke free from Lenny's hold, her power belied by her spectral form. As she ascended, her final act was to slam Lenny back to the ground, a forceful reminder of her dominion. "...But to pay a good dowry for my hand in marriage, you will be needing several more million deaths, my love. The others that the Eveningstar And the midnight Star brought are not bad. And One of them has already made contact with a part of me."

On Saying this, she grabbed Lenny by his face and then he entered a trance. "... I wanted to show you a glimpse of our future together, but this will do for now!" On like the last time before his time travel, she did not show him visions of a desolate world. Instead, she showed him images of a different world, the face of girl, naked and bathed entirely in blood, and a mad smile on her face as she peeled a page of the book of death from the heart of a water like beast. Even from her blood covered body, Lenny could tell that she was beautiful. but more than that, he saw a very familiar mark on her left breast. it was the same one on his. As if she sensed his presence, she suddenly turned with force to him.

And Lenny was pulled from the Trance.

Death continued, "...She works hard, and I might just fall for her too, so work harder my love..." Her departure like a blow of breeze left Lenny to ponder the gravity of their encounter, marked by Death's seal and the ominous vision he had just seen.

After all, From Minnie's words, he had heard that they were others carrying the same seal as him. Then again, it did seem like something that Lucifer Morningstar would do, not putting all his eggs in one basket. And yet, Death had said that the Eveningstar, and Midnightstar had brought in their own tools. In all honesty, Lenny did not mid if Lucifer had others. After all, his goal was simply to please his master by carrying out his revenge on those that backstabbed him. At the same time, he was not sure of their own goals, needs, wants and desires. Because he was not sure that it aligned with his, he was definitely not going to let them go. In his own understanding of the world, it was better to always see things through to the very end by one's hands. Then again, that mark on her chest was a terrible reminder of someone else.... Agent 'X'....

This encounter, steeped in the lore of cosmic destinies and dark pacts, positioned Lenny at the heart of a narrative that bridged life, death, and the intricate dance in between.