Devil Slave (Satan system)



Agent 'X' had spun the wheel but it had landed at a juncture he was not expecting. but this should not be.

Agent 'X', a master of precision and planning, had approached the spin with a meticulous calculation. His mind, trained in the art of assassination, considered variables most would never even dream of. 

The weight and balance of the wheel, its center of gravity, to even the temperature of the room, other environmental conditions, even the subtlest aspects of his own physical interaction with it — all these factors were part of his complex equation. 

He had anticipated the outcome with confidence, every detail accounted for, every potential interference considered, including the empty bullet shell Lenny had subtly introduced into the game.

Yet, as the wheel came to a halt, the result was not what he had predicted. The disbelief was evident on his face. How had his calculations failed him at such a crucial moment? He had been so certain, so precise. The realization that something had gone amiss was a bitter pill to swallow.

His eyes turned to Lenny, seeking an answer, a hint of understanding. "How did you do it?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and frustration. Lenny's response was a cocky side smile, a nonverbal taunt that only deepened Agent 'X's sense of perplexity. It was then that Lenny gestured towards the wheel, directing Agent 'X's attention to something he had overlooked.

Following Lenny's gaze, Agent 'X' scrutinized the wheel more closely. And there, amid the colors and symbols, he noticed it — a small drop of blood. The shock that coursed through him was palpable. Blood? But how? The implications of this discovery sent his mind reeling. 

Blood could carry one's essence, a signature of sorts, and in a place like the Red Sands, where the rules of reality were not as rigid, such a thing could be used to influence outcomes in ways most wouldn't comprehend.

The realization that Lenny had outmaneuvered him with such a subtle and arcane tactic was a harsh blow. It meant that Lenny wasn't just physically adept but also possessed a cunning and resourcefulness that made him a far more dangerous opponent than Agent 'X' had initially perceived.

The audience, unaware of the silent exchange and the revelation that had just occurred, waited with bated breath for the next phase of the game to unfold. But within Agent 'X', a storm of thoughts and emotions raged. 

"What is your deal with me? Why do you hunt me so much?" Lenny asked, his voice steady but filled with a need to understand the relentless pursuit and the connection Agent 'X' claimed to have with him.

Agent 'X', now compelled to speak only the truth, looked at Lenny. The rules of the game bound him, and he knew he had no choice but to reveal his motivations. The audience leaned in, the anticipation tangible in the air. The revelation of Agent 'X's reasons for hunting Lenny, for the animosity and the intensity of their encounters, was about to be disclosed.

As Agent 'X' began to speak, the room fell silent, every ear straining to catch his words. This was a moment of vulnerability for him, a forced confession that could change the dynamics of the game and the understanding between him and Lenny. His answer, whatever it might be, was set to unveil a deeper layer of their rivalry and the history that bound them together in this deadly dance.

However, Agent 'X' only chuckled a bit, "such an ignorant child. If I were you, I would have taken that advantage to end me once and for all, but you let the oppotunity slip past your fingers. I don't need the compulsion of this silly game to tell you anything. After all, they is nothing to hide. I am your father. have alsways been and will always be." as he said this, his gaze locked with Lenny's, "have you ever asked yourself why you were never sent for therapy or prison for kids, after you killed that unlucky mailman that day. Or why your mother never abandoned you no matter the weird shit you always did? That was all because I was your backer."

"Your good for nothing mother could not even get a job and hold it. she was a prostitute when I met her, and we only had our sexual encounter because the Gay bar had a fight that night and had been shut down by the police. 

I was too turned on after a certain mission, and for the first time, did not mind sticking it in anything. she was the one available.

After the deed was done, I had felt really good and kept her contact in case I needed to ease up with her loins again. As you can guess, I did. At least a couple of times. 

But you see, like you, I had gotten careless, and attachments had began to form. A night without using protection was all it took, and a month later, she told me she was pregnant. 

Naturally, I told her to get rid of the child. In fact, I never wanted you to be born. The reason for that is because of a curse in our bloodline.

I did not want you to carry that curse, and for that reason, I rather she killed you when you were not born. 

Unfortunately, at the time, I had a mission that resulted in my capture and torture, and I was unable to follow through with the abortion. 

But i did leave her some money to do it and take care of herself. 

She, on the other hand thought it wise to keep you. After all, she had seen a constant source of money..." Agent 'X' chuckled a bit, "You know how it is, don't you? Gold diggers never want to leave..."

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