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Devil Slave (Satan system)

{Warning: Mature content} The World called me an abomination, a freak of nature, a stain from my mother's legs. Even after righting their wrongs with my blade, it was still the same. However, in the midst of my despair, one person reached out his warm hand for me. Lucifer Morningstar. Even though he is the Devil spoken of in Legends, I shall take the leap of faith and do his bidding. To take breath in reincarnation in another world and Slaughter my foes: Demons, Angels, Devils, gods, and everything I consider EVIL in my PATH Don't get me wrong, my blade is a respecter of neither man nor beast. All that stand in my way shall FALL to the recreation of a world in the image I see fit. ............ If you want to know how sick this book is, read the first chapter. I still don't know how the idea for this book came out of my head. (Heaven! please forgive me) ..... Demons, Devils, Fallen Angels, Angels, Soul Eaters, Cursers, Witches, Dark elves, Hell beasts, Heaven Beasts, Death Beasts... Practically, Every sick, both rosy and terrible thing of the underworld will be found in this book. My research is deep. (Note: Sick Shit happens here. If you don't have stomach for it, please run. You still have time.)

Dere_Isaac · Fantasy
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1270 Chs

Attack From Within

The Magistri's voice, laced with excitement and a hint of menace, echoed through the room as he hyped up the next segment. "This next segment of the show, ladies and gentlemen, is going to be thrilling," he proclaimed with the confidence of a showman well-versed in captivating his audience.

As the large wheel stood center stage, Lenny's gaze was drawn to the various segments, each marked with different, ominous symbols and inscriptions. His eyes narrowed as he tried to decipher the meaning behind them. The segments seemed to represent a range of potential fates, each one more foreboding than the last. His mind raced, trying to predict the implications of each symbol, the possible outcomes that awaited him and Agent 'X'.

"What in the hell is that?" Lenny muttered under his breath, his frown deepening. The wheel was not just a game prop; it was a harbinger of what was yet to come, a roulette of peril and uncertainty.