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Devil Slave (Satan system)

Lenny Tales is a sick psychopathic assassin with a twisted sense of justice who goes around the world murdering corrupt politicians. But at his latest hit, a bullet changed trajectory in mid air and ended his life. However when he wakes up, he discovers that his Death was not an accident, and he had been Employed by Lucifer Morningstar, the one known as the devil. His Mission is to have revenge on behalf of the Devil who was backstabbed, and had the apocalypse stolen from him by his own demons. But as a mere him in a post apocalyptic world filled with death at every turn, with wicked Witches, Devils, Royal Demons, and entities that feed on weak humans as per time snacks, how will he carry out such a mission? Fortunately, he is born again with the Satan System... ........ 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.) (My Discord: https://discord.gg/5Gexp9wW)

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Holy Tool: Anguis

Lenny's desperation echoed through the void, resonating with the cosmic forces that lay dormant within the fabric of reality. 

In response, a profound hum permeated the nothingness, announcing the arrival of a formidable artifact into his grasp. It had appeared from the storage unit, a radiant glow cut through the darkness, revealing the manifestation of salvation: Anguis, the sacred pitchfork.

In his hand, Anguis materialized with an ethereal brilliance, a mesmerizing interplay of red hues that danced along its length. 

The pitchfork exuded an otherworldly aura, pulsating with an energy that repelled the encroaching malevolence within the void. Runes adorned its surface, a dynamic tapestry that seemed to writhe and twist as if possessed by a life force of its own. Each glyph told a silent tale, an ancient script that whispered of cosmic power and divine purpose.