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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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1026 Chs

Will And Desire 7

Coco's frustration grew as he witnessed Victor's ensnarement in the baroness's illusion. Despite his weakened state, Coco's mind raced for a solution, understanding the critical nature of the situation.

The baroness's seduction ability wasn't just powerful; it was precise, tapping directly into the deepest desires and vulnerabilities of its target.

Victor, caught in the depths of his yearning for Allison, was particularly susceptible.

Coco, despite his vast knowledge and experience with dark and chaotic magic, found himself at a rare loss.

Each attempt he made to break the spell, to disrupt the illusion with bursts of chaotic energy, proved futile.

The Baroness, with a mere flick of her wrist or a disdainful glance, dismissed his efforts effortlessly.

It was like trying to breach a fortress with pebbles; his attacks, though potent in their own right, were simply inadequate against the baroness's refined control and power.