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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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Found The Big Boss Himself

Therion chuckled softly, his voice was a certain calm ripple amidst the chaos.

He tightened his grip on Enel's neck, unfazed by Alison's futile attempts. "You wolves are always so predictable," he said, his tone carrying an air of condescension. "So loud, so desperate, and so very... ineffective."

Alison snarled, her eyes blazing with fury. She launched herself at him again, her claws glowing faintly with magic as she struck repeatedly. Each swipe, however, passed through Therion as though he were an illusion.

Desperation and rage consumed her as she unleashed a flurry of attacks, mixing her natural strength with bursts of magical energy. After all Enel meant that much to her.

She could not lose him. He was not just her son, he was also her mate. She would rather give her life that to survive a world without him. Such was the fate one's connection to their mate.

And so she struggled.

Yet none of it worked.