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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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Enlightenment

In the secluded Monastery of Pain and Pleasure, nestled high upon a mountain shrouded in perpetual snow, Lenny faced his daunting punishment. 

Having lost a bet to Master Lucian, he was now bound to a task that seemed as much a test of spirit as it was of physical endurance. 

Each day, he was to carry a massive boulder, half a ton in weight, around the monastery's perimeter, trudging through the deep, unforgiving snow. This was his burden to bear for an entire month, a consequence he could not escape.

As Lenny hoisted the boulder onto his shoulder, its weight felt like the world pressing down on him. Each step was a battle against both the boulder's mass and the snow's resistance. The snow, so pristine and beautiful from afar, became his silent adversary, its cold touch seeping through his clothes and biting at his skin.