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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

Belakor Of Abaddon

Perseus's hand traced the blade, a knife at his side.

He had carried it just in case of emergency, and it seemed like it was about to be useful.

His magic was locked away thanks to the null field Tomato had cast, but his instincts and combat skills were sharp.

He had to rely on them now, more than ever.

The shadow demons swarmed him in the flickering chaos of the Non-Zone's core, their ethereal forms undulating like living shadows.

Their movements were swift, and deliberate, their attacks meant to distract him while one figure loomed in the distance. The elder demon. Perseus recognized him immediately.

The demon emerged from the darkness, his eyes glowing a deep, venomous red. "It's been a while, Perseus," the elder's voice slithered through the air, thick with malice. "I had hoped we wouldn't cross paths again."