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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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Before the War

On the final morning of the three days, the dawn broke with a quiet solemnity over Luca's territory, casting a soft, golden light that belied the tumultuous undercurrent of anticipation and dread. The air was thick with the weight of the impending battle, a palpable tension that tugged at the hearts of all who awaited the clash with bated breath.

Lovers clung to each other in the early morning light, whispering words of love and assurance. There were hushed promises of return, fingers entwined as if to physically bind them to their vows.

Eyes glistened with unshed tears, reflecting the fear of loss, the possibility that this sunrise might be their last together. These moments were poignant, filled with the intensity of emotions that only the prospect of imminent danger could evoke.