<Title: Harbinger of Pain (Torture your Enemies before death to be rewarded points. The more Creative the Pain brought, the higher the point Value)>
Many cultures had their own stories of what they believed happened at the point of death.
Many of them with varying theories.
They were many that stated that one's life flashed before the person's eyes, playing memories of both good and bad times. A test to ascertain where one would journey to once the afterlife chooses to take the soul.
Some said that only the good would flash by, and others say only the bad. Some say that Death would let you see the possibility of what would have been if your actions had not led to your death.
Nevertheless, a man as unwilling and on the brink of death as Lenny was held on tight to life so dearly.
It had only been a few seconds since Manta dropped him to the ground.
However, the Pain had a way of running after Time but never catching up to it.
The greater the pain, the further Time progressed.
With the ceaseless waves of pain he had been blessed with as a result of Manta's willfulness, a Second on the Time Scale might as well have been a few days.
However, the process miraculously worked.
He had actually managed to pull it off.
The disgruntled souls acted as Fuel for the Satan System to convert into energy needed for his body.
First came a sudden gain of his hearing. He could now hear the conversations between Razor and Manta as they fought vigorously.
After which, his HP climbed enough that his Sense of touch returned, and he could now move his limbs. However, he dared not.
The battle between Razor and Manta was just reaching its fevered peak.
By now, his body had resumed all functionality, but even when the blast of their attacks pushed him to the edge of the walls like every other thing in the room, he still did not move.
At this point, Lenny was not sure who would win the fight, but the biggest mistake he would have made was to stand and show he was still alive.
That would be a display of divine foolishness. It was at this time that he remembered the Proverb of the Mantis Stalking the Cicada unaware of the Oriole behind.
Lenny had always planned in the shadows and only attacked when the opportunity was ripest.
But to wait and watch his enemies tear at each other's throats, this was actually a first for him in this world.
He also took this opportunity to observe both of their fighting styles. After all, regardless of who won, he was going to have to face the other one.
Every skill and every technique they displayed was left bare to his eyes and the assessment of the Satan System.
When Manta finally stroke the defining blow and killed Razor, Lenny knew that it was finally time to move.
Lenny walked one step at a time towards the heavily injured Manta.
She could not believe her eyes when she saw that the gaping hole she left in his chest had completely healed.
Lenny had a broad smile on his face. It was the same kind one had looking at a surplus meal after a hard day at work.
Or the smile one had meeting a lover long longed for.
Even though she was surprised at first, she quickly composed herself.
After all, she knew that with Razor's poison of a True-name flowing in her, she only had a few more minutes at most before movement would become impossible.
Lenny was just a mere rank 3 lesser demon. He was nothing to her.
Besides, even a rabbit pushed to the wall would bite back. A murderous creature like her was on another level. She was already at her wit's end and wanted nothing more than to end this as quickly as possible.
Even as her eyes twitched showing both her frustration and her tiredness as the poison took its effect, she snickered loudly.
She was still on one leg with the other one that had become a sword in her hand.
Just like before, they was no kicking against the ground.
She seemed to just disappear and appear right in front of Lenny.
The blade in her hand went straight for his face.
She was not going to repeat the same mistake twice.
She wanted to know since he had such incredible recovery abilities, if he could recover from losing his head.
However, the moment her blade came down, he was nowhere to be found.
This surprised her. However, his voice sounded by her ear.
"Tsk tsk tsk, did your fight with Razor really make you that useless!? such a pity!"
She turned, waving her blade again, but he was not there.
His voice seemingly sounded beside her ear, again and again, like a nightmare that enjoyed its haunt even in the real world.
"yep! I was right. A half born, a rank lower than you, an obvious junior hurt you too badly." Lenny mocked.
She turned again, waving her blade but he was like an apparition.
For her, it was like looking in a clear pond and seeing the moon, but being incapable of touching it.
If it was not his voice to taunt her, then it was the image of his smiling face.
She even tried to match his steps and rhythm, but was it so easy to emulate or trap profound assassinations movement techniques from another world?
All her efforts were in vain, and with every effort she put into every action, the Poison in her body took a stronghold.
Even she could tell that she was going incredibly weaker.
She could not hold it in any more and coughed out some blood as she fell on her one knee.
As she did, Lenny appeared before her. He squatted low to her size.
He sighed lowly, "so it was just as I guessed."
She frowned as she tried to hold back the blood forcing its way out of her throat, "what do you mean?"
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