Devil Slave (Satan system)

887  Cage Of The True name

The moment lenny saw that Moranda's chest opened up as it did, he jumped backwards and with no time to hesitate, he smashed his ears with his hands. Instntaly, it went out.

*VOICE OF BELAM!* Moranda bellowed and from his chest came an echo of a voice directed right at lenny. This was very high pitched Screeching.

One that could make the most sturdy of men recoil at the disgust of the sound it gave.

Sonic attack blasted lenny backwards. Yet again, Creating deeper pits in the ground. This time around, the blast had been so effective that lenny blasted through the black sands and then through it into yet another town below. He smashed heavily into the ground. This had been a town of demons. Lenny crashed through a few house, making a cut through the ground as he did. finally, he slowed down and stopped. Slowly, Moranda descended from above. However, Lenny's brazen laughter was suddenly heard, "Hahaha! the voice of Bedlam. Its been a while I heard that tune. Quite fortunately, It is a tune too sweet for my ears and I do not wish to hear it again."

Moranda frowned at Lenny's words. After all, as Lenny slowly stood up from the debris, he could see that lenny had not been affected by the chaos of the ability. Instead, his ears bleed. Truthfully, Moranda had been very impressed with lenny. After all, lenny had instantly destroyed his own ears just for the sake of the larger picture.

Meanwhile, all around them, the voice of Bedlam already took its effect. The demons turned on one another. One particular demon in a macabre display of gruesome hunger leaped unto another demon biting his face off again and again, peeling off its meat, nose, and bursting its eyes in audible squelching sounds. At the same time, others also engaged in their own terrible fruit of the Voice Of Bedlam. Each one more terrible than the other. A demon mounted another demon, a youngling demon, and penetrated it from behind in a grotesque sensual display while ripping it apart. Another Demon ripped out its own stomach and in a revolting display of self cannibalization, it put its intestines in its own mouth, chewing and enjoying the taste of its inside, swallowing back into its stomach. Another demon continually bashed its head into a pillar, again and again even though its skull had broken open and its brain matter had began to leak to the earth like paste, it did not stop. Every bang of its head against the pillar saw that it smiled and laughed in joy. Yet again, another demon engaged in eating her child as her child did her. All of this gruesome chaos was the fruit of the voice of Bedlam. This was the brutality of chaos magic when it was used as a weapon. Common sense went out of the window and the world immediately plunged into a fiery depth of chaos and cannibalism, where every one sought a source of satisfaction and pleasure of the mind the only way the curse of the voice of bedlam would allow, which was through violence and death.

Lenny looked around him as he whistled, "Wow, that never gets boring to watch." Lenny was not joking with those words. He really enjoyed the chaotic sight of Demons or devils killing themselves. Lenny slowly walked closer to the threat before his eyes that was Moranda. Lenny had no fear in his eyes. In fact, the look he gave Moranda was one that made the devil seem small in his eyes. "You know, I and Hector never really got along, but I still did not mind the asshole. So I'll do you a favor. Why don't you..."

*BUMP!* BUMP!*

Lenny's words froze i his mouth as he immediately realized that something was wrong. something was not right. *!BLEURGH!* Lenny coughed up a mouth full of blood. It was as if his insides were rejecting their positions. Moranda smirked. "That's your first mistake. You mistake me for being just Hector. now that I have been fully restored, the voice of bedlam does not need your ears to affect your body. Yes, it speaks directly to the cells of your body. Of course, the process of dismemberment is slower, however, the slower it is, the more defining the pain. Steadily, you shall feel every cell of your body tear from itself, while the others try to consume one another. The much weaker cells will get consumed and consumed fast, of course, one or two cells doing this will not affect you much. But when that number becomes a few several billions, things become a little too fun, don't you think?" *BLEURGH!*

Lenny coughed up some more blood. He looked at his hands. He could see his veins wriggling like a nest of snakes beneath his skin. It was a grotesque sight to behold. Every part of his body refused the other, denying the harmony that had united them for so long. Moranda approached Lenny, "I have fallen far. At the peak of my power, even non living things like the sand and air enter a primordial state of chaos. However, this much is enough to finish you off.

I will do it. To avenge the master, I will not hesitate to kill his beloved. The Lucifer family will take over the eighth earth. We will thrive, climb, rebuild and bring the other royal families to their knees. Do not worry, I shall erect a tomb for you at the highest mountain so that you may behold the glory of the master's honor as its being avenged."

Moranda grabbed Lenny by the neck as he slowly raised him up to face level.

Surprisingly, even though Lenny bleed from his mouth, and his orifices, his smirk remained. Slowly, he spoke, "do you know why I did not freeing you from the sphere?" Moranda raised a brow at him. "Because you... are... still... HECTOR!"

"Yes, I am, at the same time, I am Moranda." n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Exactly," Lenny chuckled a little, "But You are still HECTOR... And I gave you your True name..."