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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 · แฟนตาซี
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A Glimpse Of Fatherhood

Luca's blade was mere inches from Nate when something utterly unimaginable happened.

From within Nate's chest, a grotesque, pulsating growth began to tear through his clothes. The sound of ripping fabric was drowned by Nate's own screams of shock and pain. A misshapen head emerged, covered in glistening black sinew, its eyes glowing a malevolent crimson. The face was unmistakable—the same as the Commander of the Demons of Greed who had arrived earlier.

"What in the name of the High Elves—?!" Nate gasped, stumbling backward, his face twisted in terror.

The abominable head sneered, its voice a sickly rasp. "Don't act so surprised, *partner*. After all, we made a deal, didn't we?"

The head extended a shadowy limb, parrying Luca's incoming sword with an echoing clang that reverberated through the chamber. The force of the blow sent Nate's legs skidding across the blood-slick floor, the demon in his chest controlling his movements like a puppet.