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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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Grand Dad Enel Does Not Care

The moment the battle signal sounded, Nate, Jay, Nerina, Aiden, Dana, and Lana launched forward, eyes gleaming with the thrill of battle and determination. Each of them commanded a combination of creation magic, the dark, fearsome powers inherited from their demonic heritage, and holy magic—a unique blend only bloodline of Lenny could command.

They were powerful, each at the Lesser Demon rank, with Nate leading at Rank 6 and Lana at Rank 3. Enel, standing at Rank 4, was both the youngest and, by all logic, the least experienced.

But Enel was far from ordinary. His memories of his past lives spent fighting in relentless wars had taught him harsh lessons, and he had long mastered the subtle but formidable art of rune control—a skill his siblings sorely lacked.

His gaze sharpened, his stance unyielding as the six stormed toward him.

Jay's voice rang out first, a mocking taunt as he swung his fist. "Are you going to run, little brother?"