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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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What a Terrible Waste

Lenny knew that Cuban was a blood demon. However, what that entailed was very new to him.

 

In fact, he was not aware of even a fraction of the endless possibilities a Blood demon was capable of.

 

But right here and now, he saw a bit. He saw a very significant bit.

 

A few drops of blood left Cuban's fingers.

 

*Tip tap*

 

She fell right on the bashed head.

 

Those drops of blood were like summons as the blood and brain matter that had scattered on the ground slowly receded back to their original location.

 

 

 

Every cut, tear, or chunk of flesh was sent back the way it was.

 

Even the blood flowing on the ground went back into the Magistri's body.

 

It was like rewinding a movie.

 

Everything, including the slightest of cuts, was healed.

 

The Magistri looked at Cuban with primal fear in his eyes.