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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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1271 Chs

CRAVE! is My Kiss.

His eyes traced Morgana's steps cautiously. 

Every step she took and how she took it. 

His mind sparked an old technique that was normally used to track Prey. 

The muscular tension, the press against the earth, and then he calculated in his head. Every person he had ever had an encounter with.

lenny had always had an incredible mind. Coupled with the advantage of his level, he could easily remember things passed. 

Lenny's keen eyes traced Morgana's footsteps across the Arena, each step leaving an imprint on the ground that revealed more than just her physical presence. 

Her movements were not just purposeful but calculated, every muscle in her body working in harmony to propel her forward. With each stride, the sinewy power of her limbs became evident, the definition of her muscles visible even through the fabric of her clothes.