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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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A DEAD City Touched By Demons

The sun had barely risen, casting a pale golden light across the landscape. The air was filled with a mix of excitement and sorrow as the werewolf clan gathered near the three ethereal portals leading into Imperilment. 

These portals, grand and shimmering with an otherworldly glow, were the product of Nikky and her team's scientific genius. Their edges pulsed with energy, evidence of the monumental effort it had taken to create them.

The atmosphere was thick with lots of emotion and longing. 

Half of the young werewolves and a select few of the older, more experienced ones had been chosen for this perilous journey. 

They stood in clusters, bidding their loved ones farewell. Some of the farewells were tearful, others stoic, but all were deeply heartfelt. 

A mother knelt down, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she cupped her son's face in her hands.