While Lenny was taken away by the Magistri and all attention was now on Cuban, somewhere else outside the city, back at the Devil's dungeon, a particular fellow walked through the ruins of his once wonderful dungeon he once ruled over.
As he took his stroll, he whistled lightly.
Surprisingly, it was the same tune Lenny loved so much.
The same tune he whistled whenever he was working on the anatomy of a person, just like he had done on Manta.
After hearing this tune one time, Coco had developed a love for it, and with his excellent devil memory, he remembered every note of it.
He walked through the not so dark caves.
The smell of blood was still fresh in the air, and the feel of the many battles that resulted to the end of this dungeon still echoed through the lingering mixture of Darkline and chaos magic in the atmosphere.
Sometimes, they would even result to whispers of the past battles.
Such was the clash of power that had happened in this place.
However, Coco could careless about it as he enjoyed his stroll.
He still wore his plain white shirt, opened at the neck to reveal a bit of his chest, and folded at the sleeves all the way to his elbows that were locked behind his back.
He had on plain black trousers that were very long and fitted right.
With his demeanor and well fined walking steps, anyone would have taken him for a normal person.
However, that very red skin, horns and tail were convincing evidence of his race.
As a Boss Devil that had lost his home, he surprisingly did not look at all bothered.
In fact, he walked through the rumble like it concerned him not.
Organs of both man and devil were littered as far as the eyes could see.
However, as he approached, the corpses as if with lingering life of their own would move to the side, out of his way.
This was the same thing for rocks.
From the looks of things, he was headed in a particular direction as his long pointy ears jerked once in a while to the attraction of a particular sound.
He did not rush, taking his time until he reached the first level of the dungeon.
He arrived here and looked around.
At a corner was a crude but meticulously crafted torture chair Lenny had designed himself.
And not far from it was a heap of sand.
From the looks of this heap of sand, it was dug earth.
But that was not the most unique thing about it.
What made it truly incredible was the fact that that blood seemed to flow towards it.
Even though it was a high hill, blood seemed to be attracted to it.
Coco looked all around. The blood that flow towards the grave only seemed to be from the male dead bodies.
Those from the females soaked gently into the earth.
Coco waves a hand and a wide comfortable cushion appeared.
He sat on it, and as he waved his hand again, a bottle of wine appeared with two glasses suspended in the air.
The wine poured itself into the glassesand Coco took one, while the other remained suspended.
Like a gentleman, he swirled the red liquid content in the glass, enjoying the sight of the little whirlpool within it, as the fragrance drifted into his nose.ραпdαs `n?ν?| сom
It was strong enough that it seemed to drive away the pungent smell of blood, guts and in general rotting flesh, all at once.
Coco inclined into his couch.
He took a little sip from his glass.
There was no need to rush, the person he was waiting for would take her time before she rose again.
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Although, Cuban did not get the reward for Wining the tournament, neither he nor anyone came forward to question Momosa.
Besides, he now had another Arena with all it's stock.
Some say he left with the biggest win in the entire tournament.
Aside from Basit's wealth which was not small, he also got the Governor's favor.
For a long time, he was going to be the talk of the city and it's towns.
Nevertheless, his new found wealth rose a need for reorganization.
Besides, he would need to fully integrate Basit's wealth and assets with his own.
There was also the trouble that Basit's Arena was in a different city.
Lastly, they was the assigning of new order to the demons formerly under Basit.
They was truly a lot of work to be done.
However, for three days straight, Cuban did not leave Spring town.
As far as he was concerned, they was more important things he needed to do.
After all, two Half-borns under him had attempted an escape.
The Magistri's punishment had happened, but since Lenny did not have Cuban's blood in his veins, a different kind of Punishment approach was to be taken for him.
Besides, there was also the fact that Lenny regardless of the beating Cuban had given him still had the divine 'balls' to threaten the governor.
Cuban took this as a serious issue on his part.
He believed that this meant that he had been a bad Arena master.
As such, he needed to properly discipline his stock.
This discipline began with Lenny.
For Lenny's realignment, Cuban dedicated a full three days of no sleep, food or water to his torture.
He swore that he was going to tame that wildness inside Lenny.
Lenny had gone through torture before, but a demon's ways were not to be underestimated.
After all, they were the pillars of true evil.
This was a practical definition that Cuban hammered into Lenny's head for three straight days.
The torture was so intense that a Demon came into the torture room one time to give Cuban a most recent report and only the assorted display of torture weapons on the table made the demon's voice shake as he read the report.
All the while, he could not help but wonder one thing.
How was this Half-born still alive?
(Author's note: A promise is a promise.)
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