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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 · Fantaisie
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Our only remaining obstacle

The greatest businessmen of Lenny's former world knew that the best time for business was during chaotic times.

 

It was the same for fishermen. Troubled waters were always best for fishing.

 

This was the same for Assassins.

 

Lenny could not help but think of some legendary assassinations in history that had been done during a chaotic time.

 

For example, during an arranged riot or, even better, during a concert.

 

It was always best to ensure the victims never saw it coming.

 

With all the humans in the arena becoming sex-hungry monkeys, Lenny could now act as he wanted.

 

Whether it was in the F class, E class, D class, C class, B class, or even A class, everybody was humping everybody and everything.

 

Back in the kitchen, one man could not join in with a partner; unable to hold it back any longer, he mounted a pot while It was still on the stove with boiling Mashed mushrooms.