Devil Slave (Satan system)

After all, that was an attack that was like no other.

Manta had literally gone through his chest.

Blood flooded his lungs like a broken Dam. 

Sweet sweet blood rushed through his throat and out his mouth at intervals as he coughed again and again. An instinctive reaction of the body clinging tightly for life. 

His body jerked continually on its own as he knew deep down that death was hugging him slowly.

And then they was the pain. 

Oh, yes! The pain.

It came in ceaseless waves with no Zenith nor nadir. 

A constant thrust back and forth, pricking at his conscious mind, hunting it with excruciating ache even as it got tempted to slip into eternal rest.

Pain as earlier stated came in different colors.

Luckily, this was pain that Lenny had a similar experience with a long time ago. 

It was on that day when Lucifer Morningstar redirected that bullet straight into his chest, straight for his heart.

Of course, that pain was nothing but a dwarf compared to the muscular giant that now assaulted his senses. 

But still, like Vaccines were given to prepare antibodies for the main disease, so was the pain that sat in his chest at that time.

There was no one to help Lenny except himself.

However, he had a habit of getting into tough situations and strolling out of them.

This one was going to be one of them, but getting out of it was going to be an audacious climb from the pits of hell.

It was a climb that he gritted his teeth hard not to lose.

Meanwhile the Satan system was running Bonkers in his head screaming in alarms like it was a fire emergency.

Then again, it was.

<ALERT! ALERT!! ALERT!!!>

<Host life force is living the body>

<Host has lot significant amount of blood>

<Repair Body of Host>

<Repair in progress>

<ALERT! Repair failed!!!>

<HP 500/3000>

<HP reduction eminent>

<Possibility of death: Calculated as PLAUSABLE>

Different information in blaring red from the system bombarded his face like it was lights in a Mall during Christmas.

"PLAUSABLE my ass!"  Lenny thought to himself.

The first thing he did was to activate his Pain and pleasure technique, converting the waves of pain he felt into pleasure. 

Luckily, it was so easy that even a dying man like himself could do it.

After which his mind now better settled dug for ways in his head for his survival. 

He ordered the system to stop all alarms and bring up the current stats of his body. 

He was already at Rank 3 of the Lesser Demon rank. 

His eyes searched and searched, but most of what he saw was associated with fighting or defence.

With the Satan system on passive mode to heal his body, he never thought that he would find himself in such a situation.

Unfortunately for him, the wound was too bad to be immediately healed, secondly, he had forcibly moved his heart. 

After quickly going through the report of the system after a full diagnostics on his body, he realized that it was not that the system could not heal the hole in his chest. It was that there was too little energy to heal the hole and still keep his heart functioning.

In other words, he was lacking sufficient body energy for survival. At the moment, he barely had enough to keep his eyes from totally shutting off for life. He was like a car running on fumes.

Unless there was a way to get \'gas\' for his body, he was gone.

Lenny thought hard and fast. 

If only there was a demon around or even a dead body he could eat from, then the system could convert the nutrients to strength. However, at the moment, he even lacked enough strength to move a finger. Eating was totally out of it.

At the moment, one could say that he was surviving on himself as he literally forced his own blood into his stomach as food. But with the amount of blood gone already, it was anything but enough.

Thinking this far, his eyes met a skill that was not formerly there. To call it a skill would even be too much. It was a Title.

It was a Title that he had only recently acquired when he killed the Miniboss of the second level. 

This Title was called: Soul master.

It allowed him to summon the souls of those he had killed in battle to the fight.

This was an ability Lenny had not thought too much on. In fact, he did not even dwell on it too much. 

After all, like many Assassins, he enjoyed the kill by his own hands.

However, in this case, this might actually be his saving grace. After all, the Satan System had requested for \'Fuel\'.

Just to be sure, Lenny asked the System if souls could work as fuel.

<Affirmative: However, the process is excruciating as energy would be converted to the soul and from the soul to the Body. Also, all other techniques might tamper with the process.>

Lenny chuckled to himself in his head.

Of course, this meant that he had to drop his Pain and pleasure technique to grind it out the hard way.

If he had enough energy to spare at the moment, he would laugh heavily at himself.

With the waves of pain he felt before, a normal person would choose the easier option which was a peaceful death.

But a madman was Lenny, and Lenny was a madman. 

"If I cannot turn Pain to Pleasure, then Let Pain be my pleasure!" 

<HP 100/3000>

His HP had fallen to a terrible low. Any more waste of time and he was going to be a goner.

In this place, Lenny had killed a lot. This included gladiators and devils alike. It was now time for a feast.

Immediately he drowned all his magic points in summoning the dead by his hands.