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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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997 Chs

The Battle Begins

As Lenny retreated from the imposing presence of the Primordial Beast, an ethereal transformation unfolded. 

In the fluid dance of his conjuring, he raised his hand, and from the mystical weave of energy, materialized a staff that bore the semblance of a colossal flute. This was the Whistle Horn of the Hell Beast.

The staff, adorned with intricate engravings and pulsating with an otherworldly glow, resembled a giant flute in its form. 

Its surface bore symbols that seemed to whisper ancient tales, and its length stretched like a bridge between the tangible and the arcane. Lenny, grasping the staff with purpose, wielded it as a conduit to channel the mystical energies that lay dormant within.