Devil Slave (Satan system)

The demon audience had also noticed the bull that had faced Lenny.

The Beasts that were used against each class were carefully calculated in strength, speed etcetera.

In other words, The gladiators were not given beasts that they could not eventually defeat.

The only thing was that hard work was a necessity.

From the moment the Demon Bulls entered the Arena, Lenny had been entertaining the crowd very well with the control he had on his fellow Gladiators.

However, how was he to defend himself, when the sides had been turned?

Now, it was his turn.

E666 had directed one of the bulls in his direction.

As the bull kicked against the ground and raged onwards, Lenny stepped forward to welcome the wild, aggressive lady like a gentleman. He stretched out a hand for the raging bull as if to stop it with his palm.

The bull raced onwards. As it did, its speed increased steadily.

With what this bull weighed, its size and the speed it was packed with, it could easily bulldozer three big tractors like they were Lego toys.

Such Momentum was akin to a toddler being hit by a speeding Train.

However, Lenny did not move. He stood his ground.

His eyes were fixed not on the bull, but on the person bravely riding it.

The bull to him was not the challenger. It was E666.

Pocket watched this. He was still petrified and could not move.

However, that did not mean that he could not tell what was about to happen.

The force by which the Bull came shook the very ground of the Arena.

Everyone could tell that Lenny was going to become Meat paste the moment that Bull hit.

However, Lenny did not move. his eyes were fixed on E666.

Lenny looked on and could even see a smile forming on a side of her lips.

This excited him too.

Just when the Bull was about to hit him, Lenny switched his palm to his Pinky finger.

*BOOM!*BOOM!*

Two loud resounding explosions were heard.

Dust, gravel, blood and fresh meat went up in the air due to the intense collision.

Everyone leaned in from their seats to see what had happened.

This included the Deep level Demon Known as Cuban that was watching from the VIP seat.

The entire place had suddenly become as silent as a graveyard.

Even the other gladiators battling the other bulls were shaken by this and everyone looked in Lenny's direction.

The Collison had thrown E666 off the Bull.

She rolled a distance on the ground.

She was injured. The bones on one arm were broken and somehow she had an injury that cut across her abdomen which she bleed.

She coughed up some blood with some shaken-up internal parts.

She was heavily injured.

However, she still lifted her head up to see if her bold move had crushed her enemy as it should.

Slowly, the dust settled and then she saw what she saw.

The moment she saw the blood and organs on the ground, she smiled and giggled lowly.

It brought her immense joy knowing that She had crushed this enemy like the bug that he was.

However, more of the dust cleared and her smile suddenly froze on her face.

E666 felt her mouth go dry for both words and saliva. She was so dumb by what she had seen that she could not even taste her own blood in her mouth.

......

As far back as she could remember, E666 had always been alone.

Even far back when she was still in the F class, she had always been on her own.

She was not even fortunate enough to know who her mother was as she had died shortly after her birth due to birthing too many children.

From when she was little, she could see the look that the Demons gave her.

It was the same look one would give a pot of soup they were waiting to cook well before eating. Or the same look a farmer would give a fruit he was expecting to speed up in ripeness.

She was a female. Naturally, her fate in this place was the same as her mother's.

Even her mates that were males gave her the same look.

In their eyes, she was not a person but an expressive material for sexual adventure.

It was a crazy belittling world for her.

Her first time had been taken forcefully by one of the older men in the F class when she was tilling the earth and the demons were not looking.

After he had taken her, he told the others of the experience and then others wanted to also taste her too.

Even amongst those in the F class, they were always ways to go about the rules.

For the first few times, she struggled against their ways. But she was just too weak.

They would have her again and again.

She was still young then, and in the eyes of the Demons, she was not yet ripe enough to receive them and so they did not have her. But she was plenty ripe for the old, grassroot men of the F class.

After a while, she stopped struggling. Relegating herself to her fate and accepting things as they came.

This she thought was going to be her reality for life.

In the F class, she had been tasked with taking care of the meals and cleaning of the nursing mothers.

She had seen as they were mounted by different demons and how many of them had birthed young ones.

While she worked, she would sometimes look at their hopeless faces devoid of life and any feeling.

They were nothing but slaves to the system. Such was their fate. They were used like cattle and dumped in the trash when their expiring dates had been reached.

Sometimes when she slept, she would see herself in their positions.

She would see herself on their beds, legs wide open, inviting the demons that would violate her.

She had heard their stories. It was a terrible experience.

She had thought she would run mad because of the trauma. However, somehow, she persisted.

She had somehow also lost the ability to smile.

Life was plain like a sheet of paper that had been drawn with a straight line for her to follow.

There was no diversion in her path.

And so she followed this system. At a time, she even started to force herself to enjoy it. Since this was going to be her end, she wanted to enjoy it. But the cruelty was too much for her to find colour outside the Black and white lines.

However, on one faithful day, she had the opportunity to see a female gladiator that had been brought in because she lost both her hands.

This female gladiator was incapable of healing her arms due to particular reasons. She had been brought in from A class back to the F class to be turned into a breeding material as a way of finding some use for her now that she had become useless.

From this armless Gladiator, she would hear stories of the Arena and the glory of choice that it brought.

She would hear of great trials that the gladiator had gone through and how she had climbed to the top.

This particular Gladiator had even been close enough to earn her own freedom.

However, due to some accidents, she had lost and was now brought down here.

But that did not mean that she was going to relegate herself to becoming cattle for the demons.

That was the thing with power. It always came with boldness.

Climbing through blood and sand had made this gladiator a brave woman.

Long before she had that final fight that made her lose her arms, she had already made plans in case she lost her match.

Yes!

She knew that she would be relegated to become a nursing mother if she lost and so by herself, she destroyed her own womb.

She had shoved a rod up there and done away with it.

This was something E666 had confirmed with her own eyes when the demons had mounted the Gladiator again and again and she had not conceived for them.

Naturally, the demons made up their minds to feed on her.

This for her was a better fate than becoming a breeding material.

This gladiator had been very interested in little E666 back then and had thought her how to unlock a bit f her demon abilities by feeding er body with darkline energy.

E666 activated her powers on one fateful day when the oldies in the F class tried to mount her again.

With her charm abilities, she made them gauge out their eyes and eat them.

This was the first time she cracked a smile and hope like a candle was reignited in her heart.

She looked at her hands and the power she had been given gave her the possibility of a better world.