Devil Slave (Satan system)

However, Demon societies had rules.

When Basit’s property had been gifted to Cuban, it was not just the physical building of the Arena that had been given to him.

In fact, it was not just the slaves and the demons. It was everything within the Arena walls.

This meant that everything including Basit’s wife and children were now his.

Such were the cruel fate.

This was the rule.

Unless she was a noble or royal demon female, she had no say in such matters.

This meant that Basit’s offsprings were now Cuban’s to deal with.

However, they were other unfortunate traditions.

Just like a lion defeating the old king to take over a pride, the new lion would not let the offsprings of the last one survive.

The females could be allowed, but the males.

That was an entirely different matter.

Basit had died a rank three deep level demon.

This meant that this child was at least capable of that much.

Although Cuban did not have plans on remaining in this rank forever. That did not mean that measures should not be taken.

The worse part was the fact that because both mother and child now belonged to Cuban, she did not have the right to hide the child from him.

Of course, if Basit’s extended family was stronger, such a matter would be easy as pie.

Even Cuban would not complain.

However, the person that had gifted Cuban this family was none other than Momosa, the level six great level demon.

Cuban lifted the child by his neck as he struggled ceaselessly for it’s survival.

With the other hand in the child’s neck, he twisted it.

*Crack!*

After which twisted some more. Much like okd house maids squeezing a wet cloth, Cuban turned the child’s neck a full 360 degrees.

After which he gave it a tug like he was trying to pop up a bottle of drink that was proving to be quite stubborn.

The bottle cap… Or in this case, the child’s head popped from his neck.

Blood and gut splashed everywhere. This included on both Cuban and the child’s mother in question.

She fell on her knees and broke down in tears.

Just like that, she had lost her husband and now her son.

Cuban leaned in to the kneeling, crying mother.

His eyes patrolled her body.

He had to admit that Basit actually had taste.

This Reptoid woman was not too bad.

He turned to the Succubus concubine and her daughters.

The mother too was very good and one of the daughters was already ripe enough for either mating or marriage.

Cuban nodded his head as he grabbed the wife by her jaw, “shush!”

She did not need to be told twice. Joining her son in death was not a viable option.

Demons were more of a ‘self’ preserving race.

She quickly dried her eyes and kept her mouth shot.

Cuban nodded at this, “good! Now, three of you, get pretty and wait at my chambers.”

All three women bowed and went to do as instructed.

Cuban nodded at this.

There was quite a lot of things to do on this day.

And he did not even plan to touch Basit’s women yet.

This display of authority was not just for their complainance but for the other demons to see first hand what he was capable of doing.

He looking up at their nervous faces, he was naturally elated at their reaction.

The blood that was spilled just now was an efficient show of power.

The list if things he had to do on this fine day were as follows.

Firstly, he needed to review the contracts of a these demons. Their old master was dead and he was their new one.

They all had to sign new contracts with him.

A demon’s contract was soul binding one.

Next, he needed to prepare the place for the arrival of the other Arena masters.

You see, Cuban had won the last bet that was made, and these Arena masters will be coming with payment as agreed.

Many were going to be paying with Gladiators and some others with Branded Marked Human skin.

Either ways, he needed to be ready for their arrival.

Cuban strolled into the Arena, and behind him, the children and babies he had brought along were pulled behind him.

The Auction began immediately the last Arena master arrived.

Fir this particular occasion, they had been quite early.

None of them had wanted to be late.

After all, Cuban had already spread news that he was going to be auctioning out babies, and little children that had all unlocked their Darkline magic.

The moment the Arena masters heard this, they knew instantly that it was because of Lenny.

After all, they had been at the tournament and had seen Lenny activate Darkline magic quite effortlessly.

They knew that if Cuban was holding an auction, then it meant that he was now putting Lenny to good use.

The Auction took place in a grand comfortable hall within the Arena.

The Arena activities, including fights in this place had been shut down for the time being, following Basit’s death.

Cuban quickly dressed well for the event.

Basit’s women would have to wait for him in his chambers until he was willing to have them.

Of course, many Arena masters still had their doubts.

However, when the children were brought out, those doubts were flushed away.

Instantly, the bidding started. 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐧𝗼𝘃𝐞𝐥．𝗰𝐨𝗺

For most of what was given, Cuban only accepted hearts of A class Gladiators.

This was expensive, but then again, it was not like they could not afford it.

The Arena had barely started when Cuban suddenly frowned.

He had felt has three of his Magistris had died at the same time.

Through the blood in their bodies, he could tell what was happening from where he was.

It was Lenny.

The fact that Lenny planned an escape during such a time when he was aware was not so surprising.

However, what happened next was….