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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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Our Escape 2

The werewolf warrior, having faithfully delivered Victor to Allison, knew that he was leaving him in capable hands. Allison, the one Victor had imprinted on, was the only a safe haven for him in this time of need. "Please take care of him," the warrior pleaded, his tone conveying the urgency and importance of the request. 

With a final nod, he turned and dashed back into the fray, rejoining the battle that raged on without respite.

Allison, understanding the gravity of the situation, knelt beside Victor. Her presence, a comforting and stabilizing force, was exactly what he needed. She whispered words of encouragement, her hands gently tending to his wounds. 

In her care, Victor was more than a formidable Alpha; he was someone dear and precious, someone worth fighting and caring for. After all, he was her Mate.