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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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1292 Chs

To Steal The Game

It was at this moment that it happened. The devil moved a piece that tricked brother Dan, and another Devil piece moved forward, standing right before brother woody's Consciousness, a floating mass of cloud, representing his conscious thought process. And it was the devil's turn to attack.

Brother dan had not miss calculated. In fact, on the chess board, this was exactly the right move to make. After all, once this particular piece had been sacrificed, the way to the king would be open and a possible checkmate was eminent.

However, this was still the consciousness of a person. 

As Brother Woody's consciousness was struck, a deep and eerie silence filled the chamber. 

The devil knight's blade cleaved through the floating cloud of Woody's essence with a horrifying precision, its arc deliberate and merciless. The attack seemed to echo through the room, resonating with a cold, chilling finality.