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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 · Fantasia
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1193 Chs

Twisted love like no other...

A222 had absolutely no idea what she was doing.

 

However, the instruction remained that she whisper the Spell word, and so she did. She made as much effort as possible for it to sound like that of the Soul Devil, affectionate and inviting.

 

Lenny's hand paused in the air, and he quickly turned in the direction the name had come from.

 

Once again, the whisper floated through his ears.

 

Meanwhile, the gladiator who was about to be butchered hugged his knees tight. In his heart, he prayed to every superior being he had never heard of.

 

He even prayed to the god of the Mushroom paste he ate in the Arena.

 

Any one at all that would answer his humble pleas was prayed to.

 

And just like that, he waited and waited, but the death he anticipated did not come.

 

Those blood-dripping Katana blades did not fall.

 

Slowly, he opened his eyes.