Lenny patted the Hell beast.
It had been in captivity for so long that it had become weakened.
On top of that, from the way it communicated, Lenny could tell that it was a youngling.
He couldn't help but think of how Incredible this was.
This thing was a youngling that had been imprisoned for tens of years and was weakened.
Yet, it was able to give such an incredible blast, and this was a creature that was considered as a rank 1 hell beast.
He could not imagine what a rank 2 or 3 beast could do.
In fact, he could not imagine the incredible things that a rank 9 Hell beast could do.
He was already pumped up just think about it.
Lenny patted it, "don't worry, buddy. It's going to be alright."
Just then, the familiar sound of an approaching Aircraft was heard.
And then came the loud scream of his name.
"LENNY...TALES!!!"
Lenny turned in that direction.
He frowned.
How couldn't he? After all, that monster was back.
That was Cuban. Lord of the Arena, Ruler of the Spring town, aka the Abandoned Royal son.
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A few Hours ago.....
Cuban had left the Arena with a Grin so wide he couldn't bother to hide it.
This was his jackpot.
Lenny was his Golden Goose and the Eggs were ready for the market.
Just as planned, he went all the way to the Droplet Town.
This trip was not exactly long, but because of the care that the plane had to take when traveling as a result of the new Borns and children inboard, it took a longer time to reach his destination.
At least an hour longer.
Cuban ensured that the journey was not rushed and made as steady as possible.
He had demons and nursing Half-borns mother's looking after the children. However, from time to time, he would personal go to check on their well being.
Even though most of the time, all they did was cry, he did not at all mind it.
To him, this was the pretty sounds of more power.
Soon, the Plane arrived at Droplet Town.
This was a town not so different from Spring town.
However, it was obviously better managed with twice the size and population that Spring town had.
Also, it had two Arenas. One was formerly owned by Basit, which now belonged to Cuban and the second one belonged to Lady Hanger, a noble of the Underworld.
Both Arena's were quite distant from one another. Each of them at the opposite end of each other at the extremities of the town.
Basit's Arena was also in a far better condition that Cuban's.
This was part evidence that Basit had been in the Arena business far longer than Cuban had.
After all, Cuban was from a royal background and only joined this line of work after a certain incident.
However, Basit had come from a line of Demons that specialized in breeding and raring human beings for meat.
They were not royals nor nobles, but it was still a somewhat strong family.
At least in this world, they were not bad.
By right, this Arena was supposed to be claimed by a member of his family.
However, Basit had truly violated when he used Chaos magic.
Chaos magic was the bane of demon intelligence.
It stole from them the opportunity for a civilization.
Even his family could not say that Cuban had been unfair.
Of course, this was because of the strength and ruthlessness that Momoa was known for.
A Savage beast that was capable of killing his own children for power.
In this world, he truly had no equal.
The Aircraft made a smooth landing and Cuban made his way to the Arena.
The Demons here we're already aware of his arrival.
This included Basit's nuclear family.
Basit had a Reptoid of his race as a wife, a Succubus concubine and four children.
Three girls were from the Succubus and only one more from his wife.
The boy was the youngest. He looked to be about 5 years of age.
Demons reproduced differently.
No matter the genetic makeup of both parents, Offsprings only ever picked one side of their parents.
In Basit's case.
It was either the children would have come out as Reptoids or be born as Succubuses.
The child was not capable of having the two.
On each side leading to the Arena, there were two rolls of demons to welcome him.
Cuban was a Rank 3 Deep level demon.
He was the same rank as Basit had been.
However, he was far more terrifying as his growth was very fast.
Rumours had it that when he arrived in this world, he had only been a rank 5 Lesser Demon. But now, in only a few years, he had climbed so far.
He was talent as admirable as Momosa the Governor.
However, many attributed it to his Royal bloodline.
Whether it was true or not, no one knew, and frankly, none really bothered to know.
What was known was that Cuban lived up to the name of 'Blood Demon'.
His methods were very ruthless. Besides, he made it all the way to becoming a top Arena master.
One, whose skills had been acknowledged by many.
As Cuban walked in between them, he noticed something, and then he stopped before Basit's Widowed wife and son.
He turned to them, as he did, the young demon boy tried to look away.
This was the same for his mother.
She subconsciously tried to pull the boy behind her, hiding him from Cuban.
She had no choice, she had to.
Cuban stopped before her, "is that a male child?"
She hesitated to answer. However as he took another step towards her, she was forced to answer.
"Yes, he is. Please don't..."
Before she could plead for him, it was too late.
Cuban grabbed the boy by the neck, lifting him up into the air.
"Please... Please don't...." She begged some more, and tears had started to flow down her eyes.
However...
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