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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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Sin of the Sister's of Eve

In the heart of the Garden of Eden, where the Sisters of Eve wandered in the splendor of their choices, Lucifer, the celestial being with the most beautiful voice in the heavens, saw his opportunity. 

With a charisma that could captivate stars, he approached each sister one at a time, his words dripping with an irresistible allure.

To Naamah, he spoke of the profound wisdom the Tree of Knowledge held, promising her insights that would elevate her understanding of the universe. His voice, like a melody that danced on the edge of enchantment, stirred a longing for knowledge that echoed in the recesses of her soul.

Lamashtu, with her strength akin to the mountains, was enticed by Lucifer's whispered tales of empowerment. He spoke of a strength beyond measure, a force that would amplify her resilience and make her a beacon among her peers.

 The words, like a gentle breeze that stirs dormant desires, found a receptive heart in Lamashtu.