Devil Slave (Satan system)

812  Ella The Ingredient

Lenny, with a decisive gesture, conjured a portal, stepping into it with a sense of purpose that was mirrored by Athena and Minnie's swift follow-through. Their destination was a realm within the Nether, a place where creatures bound by blood contracts to humans resided—a domain of dark deals and deeper despairs.

 Lenny's mission was clear: to find a creature that could facilitate their return to the eighth earth, a feat he had accomplished once before through the exploitation of a Nether creature's teleportation ability.

However, the landscape of the Nether had shifted, or perhaps Lenny's recollections were clouded by the tumultuous events that had followed. The creature he sought, the key to their passage back to reality, eluded him. Back then, finding a nether creature back to the eighth earth was actually very easy. But now, things were different for some reason.

Obviously, the times were different.

It was Minnie who stepped forward with a solution, her confidence undiminished by the uncertainty of their situation. "Don't worry, I can handle it! We can go with anyone," she declared, approaching a creature that bore the skeletal semblance of a prehistoric predator of the skies.

The creature's reaction to her approach was instinctive, a screech that pierced the heavy air of the Nether, a warning unheeded by Minnie. Her familiarity with such beings, a byproduct of her witchcraft and her innate power, was evident in her fearless advance. The dance of predator and would-be prey culminated in Minnie's sudden teleportation, a display of her witchcraft that saw her emerge victoriously atop the creature, marking it with runes drawn with her own blood. The creature's agony transformed into submission, its eyes glowing a subdued purple, a sign of the new bond forged by Minnie's magic.

Turning to Lenny, Minnie explained her actions with a simplicity that belied the complexity of her feat. "I have overwritten its contract. Since I am originally from the eighth earth, I can create a reverse summons from here, and we can go back." Her words were not just informative but also indicative of her invaluable role in their journey. The summoning chant that followed her explanation materialized a portal, a gateway back to their world, born of her will and her connection to the eighth earth.

Lenny, observing Minnie's adept handling of the situation, recognized the depth of her utility and the strategic advantage her presence afforded them. Her actions not only ensured their passage back but also solidified her position as an indispensable ally in the intricate game of power and survival they were entangled in. With a nod of acknowledgment and a newfound respect for Minnie's capabilities, Lenny joined her and Athena atop the nether creature pulling along Ella, ready to venture through the portal and face the challenges of their own world once more.

This moment marked a turning point, not just in their immediate quest to return to the eighth earth but in the dynamics of their alliance.

As they materialized under the brilliant sunlight of the eighth earth, the abrupt transition from the Nether realm's shadows to reality was marked by immediate peril for Minnie. The nether creature, having served its purpose, landed gracefully, but the impact was too much for Minnie, who, heartless in the literal sense, began to falter. Athena's swift movement towards her sister underscored the urgency of the moment, her concern was palpable in the air.

Lenny's reaction, in stark contrast, was more measured, his gaze fixed on Minnie with an intensity that seemed to weigh the gravity of her situation. Their eyes met, a silent exchange passing between them, Minnie's gaze laden with a plea for the return of her heart. Acknowledging the unspoken request, Lenny summoned Minnie's heart to his hand, contemplating the next step with a heavy sigh. "I'll let you sign the contract with me, but it will be a different kind of master-slave contract," he declared, emphasizing the unique nature of the pact they were about to forge.

In this world, contracts of such magnitude were typically sealed with blood, a testament to the binding power of life's essence. However, Lenny, aware of the cunning nature of witches, chose a more secure path. With a wave of his hand, he summoned shadow runes, etching them onto Minnie's heart with precise movements. Each rune, a mark of his dominion, wrapped the heart in an aura of dark magic. Minnie's pained scream, as the runes took hold, was a harrowing testament to the contract's severity.

With a whispered command, Lenny sent the heart flying back to Minnie, embedding it within her once more. His warning was clear, "If you ever have the thought to betray me, even if it is a little, or to try and break this contract, you will die!" This was not merely a pact but a safeguard, ensuring Minnie's loyalty was irrevocably tied to her very survival.

Minnie, her vitality restored with her heart's return, acknowledged the weight of Lenny's terms, her agreement signaling a new phase in their alliance. Yet, as Lenny prepared to confront Ella, considering her a loose end best eliminated, Minnie intervened with a proposition that highlighted her strategic value. And then Lenny turned to Ella. His killing intent had put so much fear in her that she had still not gotten herself together. Lenny waved his hand, and a white fireball appeared. His aim was to kill her once and for all. But Minnie immediately stepped forward. "Master, if I may, this half-angel, Ella, is still of incredible use!"

 Lenny paused and raised a brow at her. Minnie stepped forward and continued, "You will soon head up to Judas, the wandering city. Half-angels can serve as a wonderous ingredient for a spell you will need." Lenny heard this, and frowned, "I can handle Broness Everbee and Cuban on my own!" Lenny's initial resolve, fueled by confidence in his own capabilities against known adversaries.

However, Minnie shook her head, "I am not talking of them. I am talking of the angel imprisoned in that place. The Angel called Uriel. He is a far more dangerous opponent than those two..."

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