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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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Prayer To Saint Tales

Lucifer, the once-proud bearer of celestial radiance, found himself consumed by an overwhelming pain as he beheld the consequences of his own machinations. The realization of the irreparable damage he had caused struck him like a relentless storm, tearing through the fabric of his being.

As Adam and Eve partook of the forbidden fruit, Lucifer's heart, if it could be said to have one, echoed with a deep ache. The tears that had fallen in despair now crystallized into a profound and enduring grief. His eyes, once filled with the glint of rebellion, now mirrored the shadows of remorse.

The weight of the choices made in that Edenic moment pressed heavily upon Lucifer's ethereal form. He, the orchestrator of discord, felt the searing pain of regret, a remorseful symphony that played incessantly in the recesses of his mind. The tendrils of time wrapped around him, dragging him into a relentless journey of self-inflicted suffering.