Chapter 166 Hunting Memories Of Regrettable Love 5



Suddenly, the Attacker had now become the attacked.

Lenny displayed gluttony like he had never done before.

The more he ate, the more he wanted to eat.

In their vile and disgust, he opened up his fiecer teeth to display his uglier nature.

A nature so Damned that he could even compete in beauty with the abominables of the underworld.

Every bite, every crunch, he felt as if a prouder part of him in it's enraged state wanted to display it's superiority.

This feeling was one like Lenny had never felt before.

It was still him, yet it was not.

It was beautiful. Yet, it was too aged to be that beautiful.

It encroached upon his desire to consume like a spider making a slow dance to an already captured prey.

Teasing it to an an already validated end.

Yet, when it climbed unto it's said prey, it did not eat, but rather embrace.

A tight hug with the desire for oneness.

This was it.

Yes! this feeling.

It felt as ancient as the rise of the morning sun.

No! It was even further. Like that star at the early hours of the Morning.

Lonely, radiant and commanding.

An usher to the fresh of a yet innocent day.

This feeling. It was the same one he had felt when he died and met with the passing consciousness of The Morningstar.

It was not just Lenny.

Even Soul Devils very sensitive to the activities of the Soul, could sense it.

Lenny did not know this, but his deep desire had excited the flow of that ancient presence.

This was a presence that these devils feared at a foundational level of their nature.

Lenny did not and could not see it, but his soul carried the extremely faint silhouette of wings, broad and wide. It stretched so far, that it seemed like one was trying to peep over the horizon.

Naturally, this is not a possibility, as horizons were always endless.

The moment these Soul Devils saw it, they immediately became scared.

They tried to rush out of his soul. 

But their struggle was as insignificant as a deer with it's bleeding neck in the mouth of a lion.

All their efforts a significance of their nature as prey in the lower segments of the food chain.

But would Lenny allow the escape of a delicious lunch as a starving cat the escape of a mouse?

He lunched at them, breaking their souls apart as his hands and mouth gobbled all. Not all that they could offer, but all that they were...

Meanwhile those in the Arena watched in surprise.

They had seen as the Soul Devils lunched at Lenny.

Usually, all that was needed was a touch from them and one's soul would be carved into the deliciousness of their appetite.

However, it was different this time around.

They had seen as all the Soul Devils had first danced around Lenny and then rushed into him like the flushing of a toilet.

To this Arena masters, it was not all too surprising that the Soul Devils were attracted to Lenny.

After all, he was a Reminder. A group of Gladiators that were blessed with the ability to be able to touch upon memories of their parents or those that had come before them.

Whether it was from the demon side or from the human side.

So far, Lenny had shown that he had strong connections to those memories.

This naturally meant that his soul was of an enduring quality.

There were a few things that determined the quality of a person's soul. 

Power was one of them. The Bloodline was another.

For Reminders, it was the connection to those that had come before them.

All the Soul Devils had been attracted to Lenny's soul.

A222 opened the door slightly and peeped out into the corridor.

She and others had also seen the Soul Devils rush into him.

They all had the same thought, "he is finished!"

However, at the moment, Lenny was enjoying the melodic sounds of Alerts from the Satan System.

<60/20 Soul Devils consumed>

<+100 magic points>