Chapter 889 House Lenny Rules

Name:Devil Slave (Satan system) Author:


889 House Lenny Rules

As Lenny's blood, infused with the essence of his soul, mingled with the stone, a transcendent transformation unfolded. The moment the stone absorbed his vital essence, a profound connection, ineffable and beyond the scope of language, bridged his spirit with the very heart of the world.

With every beat of his heart, Lenny became attuned to the primal rhythms of creation, a symphony of existence that resonated within his very core.

Closing his eyes, he discovered that he was transported beyond the confines of his physical form. His consciousness suddenly expanded to embrace the vastness of the earth.

He felt the stoic endurance of mountains, their peaks reaching towards the heavens in silent majesty, and their bases rooted in the deep, enduring bedrock of the world.

The wind's whispers suddenly became clear to him, a constant traveller from the frost-kissed north cascading down to the sultry embrace of the south, carrying tales of distant lands and forgotten places.

Lenny's senses reverberated with the pulse of the earth beneath the countless footsteps of man and beast alike, an actualization of the myriad lives that danced upon the surface of the planet.

He felt the tender sway of grasses, bending in the quiet ballets to the whims of the breeze, and the gentle descent of leaves, each a quiet surrender to the cycle of life and decay as they touched the ground.

Despite the shadow of the apocalypse, he discovered pockets of the world untouched and thriving, orchards bursting with the promise of ripening fruits, a strong defiance against the chaos that ravaged other lands.

"I never knew such lands still existed," He whispered to himself.

And then his ears, sensitive, moved a bit.

Beneath the soil, he sensed the ceaseless toil of earthworms, both the minute and the monstrous, as they navigated through the dark, rich earth and stone.

Their movements were a delicate caress against the skin of the world, unseen architects of the fertile ground.

Deeper still, Lenny's spirit plunged into the abyssal depths of the sea, where he encountered the sonorous groans of leviathans that lurked in the shadowy depths, ancient creatures whose existence was woven into the very fabric of the ocean's mystery.

With his eyes closed, yet his inner vision alight with clarity, he beheld the corners of the earth as if they were laid bare before him.

Mountains, forests, rivers, and deserts; every landscape unfurled in his mind's eye, a mosaic of the world's beauty and sorrow.

This sensation was not just perception; it was unity. Lenny felt an indescribable oneness with the earth, a connection so profound that the barriers between self and the cosmos blurred.

He was a witness to the eternal dance of creation, a participant in the unending cycle of life, death, and rebirth.

In this moment, Lenny transcended the mortal coil, his soul a conduit for the voice of the planet.

He was no longer merely a man but a part of the earth's vast, intricate narrative. This was not just an incredible feeling; it was an awakening, a realization of the interconnectivity of all existence, rendered in a sensory panorama that was as epic as the very pulse of life itself.

However, in his oneness with nature, his consciousness decided to dive deeper into the earth, digging through its mantle.

However, the moment he attempted to touch upon the core of the earth, it happened.

*VOOM!*

Lenny suddenly felt a pull of his soul as if to consume it.

Instantly, he fell on his knees.

He could feel the core of the earth, a mighty force that challenged his supremacy as its ruler.

Although it was just a feeling, Lenny could hear the earth's voice in his head, as it refused to be subdued.

At the same time, it fed off the power that le by provided.

He was like an ant before a colossal mountain, aiming to tame the mountain.

And yet, even though she aimed at destroying him, he did not take offence at this.

No, he could not take offence at this. After all, all she was doing was trying to protect herself.

For one that had been wounded again and again, scared by her own children and marred for the very reason of supporting life, it was not surprising that all she wanted to do was inflict pain.

Lenny thought of soothing her pain. But what was he to say?

The world was not a peaceful place and never was.

At least, not until, they were all gone.

Meanwhile, as of the time Lenny was facing the Eighth Earth, those that likewise Commanded planes of profound ranks turned in the direction of the planet.

"I can'tdo it." Lenny suddenly spoke out.

"With your pain, i can not claim that it will be alright. In fact, it can't be.

You may devour me, an ancient being that you are, but without me, you still have those ones out there to face.

And you know that they will never stop coming after you.

But me, I am different, and if you have truly consumed a part of my life essence. Then it means that you now know.

As much as you want to be free, I want to make them pay.

They deserve it all, and we both don't know that I, Lenny Tales can do it for you.

I do not claim to give you peace, but for all you have suffered, I can ensure a front row seat as you watch your enemies in pain and suffering."

Surprisingly, the succution force from the planet reduced.

It reduced to a crawl until Lenny's vision changed again.

Once more, he could see the molten core.

The earth was no longer raging. Apparently, his words had reached it.

And then runes from the core, red and hot, giving Lenny the feeling of both familiarity and of primordial origin suddenly rushed Into his body.

In the real world, Moranda watched lenny.

He was an old devil and could feel the primordial origins that oozed out of Lenny's body.

"Impossible," he commented.

He could not believe that he was watching a human subdue a plane.

Lenny suddenly spoke, his words echoing both from his mouth, and to the cosmos.

"This Plane ruled by the House of Lenny shall now be called...."