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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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How to escape death?

Crusher watched as Lenny ran into a cave opening.

He also watched as the creature chasing after him moved with incredible speed.

*Boom!*

 

The first hit of Insect-B's fist brought down the wrath of death on Lenny.

 

By only a hair's breath, Lenny was able to escape.

 

Running deeper into the cave.

 

Crusher watched from his side. What he saw made him frown.

 

Although he did not want to, he could not help but flash back to the sight of insect-B tearing his comrade like a piece of paper.

 

He remembered the scream and the tears, he heard the cry for help, and he remembered his comrades, one after the other, reaching their hands towards him for help.

 

However, he had no choice but to leave them and run.

 

This pounded hard at his heart.

 

Gladiators, because of the nature of their lives, were usually very plain people.