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In fact, he was not aware of the fraction of the endless possibilities a Blood demon was capable of.

But right here and now, he saw a bit. He saw a very significant bit.

A few drops of blood left Cuban\'s fingers.

*Tip tap*

There fell right on the bashed head.

Those drops of blood were like summons as the blood and brain matter that had scattered on the ground slowly receded back into to their original location.

Every cut, tear, or chunk of flesh was sent back the way it was.

Even the blood flowing on the ground all went back into the Magistri\'s body.

It was like rewinding a movie.

Everything, including the slightest of cuts was healed.

The Magistri looked at Cuban with primal fear in his eyes.

That look made Lenny realize how truly weak he was.

The Magistri was strong enough to squash him, and even he, looked at Cuban with such fear.

Cuban grabbed the Magistri by the horns on his head and pulled him closer, as he whispered into his ears.

"Every Itsy bitsy part of your body EXIST because I give it life. You have you Dreams because I craft them. You have your thoughts cause I water them. Do not think for a fucking instant that you LIVE. I am YOUR god!"

And in that moment as Lenny looked at the Magistri.

He could clearly see it. Even with his one good eye, he could clearly see it.

The little remaining Hope that the Magistri carried for so long in his soul was extinguished on the spot. Snuffed out like a wet blanket on a little lit candle.

All of it was gone.

That little remaining definite proof of his humanity was killed on the spot.

Lenny looked at the Magistri as his hands fell loosely by the side.

A pain like no other filled Lenny\'s heart.

After all, Cuban did not even let the man die.

He killed him, and then brought him back just to prove a point.

Lenny had seen pain and suffering, but this right here. This was a fate that even the worse humans back in his former world did not deserve.

After all, death was a kind of payment or remittance of sin.

But the Magistri was not even granted the opportunity to get this baptism from nature herself.

Such a fate was truly worse than death.

Since Lenny came to this world, this was the first time he had felt immerse sadness for another person.

His eyes could not help but water.

This was a different kind of suffering occurring right before his own eyes.

His mind suddenly remembered the reason for his coming into this world.

He came to aveng Lucifer, true. But he also came to relief such souls of these kind of burdens.

Cuban seeing that he had broken the Magistri\'s resolve turned to Lenny.

As far as he was concerned, Lenny was crying because of the amount of pain he was feeling.

"And you, I hear you are capable of killing even a rank 2 Lesser demon. Good! That\'s good!!"

He nodded his head.

"Soon, you will be like him, and then you\'ll also understand..."

"What a terrible waste!" A light enchanting voice came from behind him.

Cuban turned about only to see Lady Vinegar advancing.

Lady Vinegar was not yet in the Great Demon ranks and therefore, had not yet gotten her wings.

Of course, they were demons born with these, but for her specie, wings were a sign that one had entered the Great Demon ranks.

She was carried over by Momosa, her father.

"That will be such a terrible waste,"Lady Vinegar repeated herself.

Cuban let go of Lenny as he turned to her.

Lenny on the other hand, fell limply on the ground.

"What do you mean?" He asked her with a brow up.

Momosa landed and Lady Vinegar advanced forward.

As she did, the other Arena masters sooner arrived.

"You watched the tournament like any of us, and yet you want to waste such a rare resource. Aside from his battle strength, this gladiator can even unlock Darkline magic like it is nothing and the only thing you can think of is turning him into one of your useless puppets."

Momosa on the other hand watched his daughter with a very surprising look.

He knew her well, and he had to say that something was different about her right now.

It didn\'t take long for him to notice what was wrong. she was talking. But not just that. She that rarely spoke, was talking too much.

"I have seen what you do to your Half-born that graduate. Because of your Bloodline technique, you do not give them a True name."

"There is no need to," Cuban responded, "my blood carries all the power they need."

"True," Lady Vinegar nodded, "the blood of a Deep level demon is really a blessing to carry. However," she paused. 

Her fingers traced her jawline, and she looked as if she was in deep thought as she looked at the Magistri before looking back at Lenny on the ground.

"But is it not true that once you Harvest their hearts, they lose their individual abilities? After all, that seems to always be true."

Cuban raised a brow at this.

This part, he had not thought about.

"This gladiator has the capability to unlocking the Darkline magic even in babies and you just want to waste him?"

Cuban could not see her eyes, but he could tell that she, and not just her but also the other gladiators were looking at him like they were looking at a fool.

This was an aspect he had really not thought about.

His blood in any half born permanently limits their growth and use of abilities.

This meant that if he was to convert Lenny to a Magistri, all the wonderful abilities he had would be gone...