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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.)

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Going Back Home

Lenny, standing before Minnie in the shadow of the revelations she had just unfurled, felt a jolt of surprise as she spoke. 

Her ability to cross dimensions and her insights into events past, possible, and inevitable, cast a new light on the challenges ahead. 

"Maybe it's because of my ability to be able to cross dimensions, but I have seen things in the red sands. Things that have happened, will never happen, and will definitely happen," Minnie explained, her voice trembling slightly, not from fear but from the weight of her knowledge.

Intrigued and cautious, Lenny urged her to continue, his curiosity piqued. Minnie, with a shaky hand, drew a rune in the sands—a symbol resembling '6's joined at their sides, a mark deeply familiar to Lenny. It was a symbol that resonated with him on a visceral level, mirrored in the stamp upon his chest and prominently featured on Anguis, the Holy Tool.