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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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1291 Chs

Bond like that of a mother and her child

In a tense situation, most people, on reflex, would stifle up.

 

Their walking steps would become rigid, sweat would run from their foreheads, they would take short paces, and some even developed goosebumps.

 

These were all natural occurrences when dealing with intense nervousness and fear.

 

However, no matter how strong the opponent, these were instinctive reactions that the assassin had to battle against when faced with his opponent.

 

It was like the impulse to eat when hungry or scratch when itchy.

 

To go against one's natural impulse was a great measure of mental fortitude and capability.

 

It was evidence that the Assassin had disciplined and trained his mind to such extremes that he had broken out of the natural impulsion of the body.

 

At the moment, Lenny was putting this into place.

 

His face had a bright smile, as should a winner in his position.