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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.)

Dere_Isaac · ファンタジー
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Perseus Hunts the Treasures

There was no response from the looming castle, only a sudden rush of darkline magic—a malevolent force that exploded outward, sending wind in every direction. Peasants and cripples scattered in terror, fleeing as the air itself seemed to darken, their screams drowned in the howl of the wind. The ominous energy swirled around Perseus, ruffling his long coat but leaving him otherwise untouched, as though the magic dared not harm him.

A deep, rumbling chuckle echoed from within the castle walls, thick with mocking cruelty. The darkline magic dissipated, and in its wake, demons appeared. They crawled forth from the shadows—creatures of Greed, twisted and grotesque, their eyes gleaming with hunger as they encircled Perseus like a pack of starved wolves eyeing a lone piece of meat.

Their forms were hideous—scaled, bloated bodies that seemed to ripple with gluttonous power. Each demon bore a twisted crown of jagged bone upon their heads, a mark of the royal Greed family.