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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 · Fantasie
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Power of a Rank 1 Hell Beast 4

Lenny looked behind him.

 

Words could not describe the level of annoyance that he had at this moment.

 

However, he was still falling.

 

As he did, his mind kicked into overdrive as he knew that the moment he touched the ground, it would be over.

 

Those things would turn him into marshmallows on a stick.

 

Instantly, he turned his weapon into a reverse grip position.

 

And then, just before he would touch the ground, he used the hand with the sword in it for support, punching against the ground as hard as he could as he lifted into an incredible summersault, much like a gymnast.

 

This intuitive move helped propel him across with flips in the air, and when he landed, it was right above the flower.

 

Instantly, he dug his hand into the last flower.

 

Just like the others, it clamped on tight.