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Devil Slave (Satan system)

Lenny Tales is a sick psychopathic assassin with a twisted sense of justice who goes around the world murdering corrupt politicians. But at his latest hit, a bullet changed trajectory in mid air and ended his life. However when he wakes up, he discovers that his Death was not an accident, and he had been Employed by Lucifer Morningstar, the one known as the devil. His Mission is to have revenge on behalf of the Devil who was backstabbed, and had the apocalypse stolen from him by his own demons. But as a mere him in a post apocalyptic world filled with death at every turn, with wicked Witches, Devils, Royal Demons, and entities that feed on weak humans as per time snacks, how will he carry out such a mission? Fortunately, he is born again with the Satan System... ........ 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.) (My Discord: https://discord.gg/5Gexp9wW)

Dere_Isaac · Fantasy
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Hunting The Lenny Family

In the heart of Imperilment, where molten lava flowed like rivers of fire, Victor floated effortlessly through the searing heat.

The volcanic depths roared around him, but the lava did not burn his skin. He moved with ease, as if the inferno were nothing more than a gentle breeze, and soon arrived before her: Vandora.

Her form was massive, a hulking beast of old, her outer shell hard as obsidian and her presence as ancient as time itself. Victor floated closer, gently patting her shell, which radiated an intense warmth. "Old friend," he greeted her with a smile, "how are you doing today?"

A low chuckle rumbled from Vandora, her voice reverberating through the magma-filled chamber. "It's only been about three hundred years, Victor. We're not that old yet!"