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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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Not What The People Want

Luca lunged forward, his fists glowing with the dark, writhing energy of his negative magic, each strike powerful enough to shatter stone. 

The masked figure darted to meet him, magic crackling around their obsidian claws. They moved like lightning, ducking and weaving, a relentless force meeting Luca's aggression blow for blow.

The two collided, punches landing with brutal force, each hit sending shockwaves across the arena. Luca's dark magic hissed against the masked fighter's glowing aura, casting flickers of ominous shadows and light across the crowd. 

Luca sneered as he unleashed a wave of blackened energy toward them. "Think you can keep up with me, nameless wretch?" he taunted, his voice laced with arrogance.

The masked figure dodged swiftly, somersaulting backward before landing on all fours, feral and swift, then sprang forward in a blur.