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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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Hell Beast Assault

The days went by in a blur. Not that there was a way to tell time, but Athena was sensitive to the move of the seconds and the hours, and plainly out of her sanity, she calculated them judiciously. 

The harder she worked at her skills, the more she improved. With the kind of control she had now discovered that she could have on her body, she no longer allowed any energy to go waste. She used it as besst as she could. 

Every turn was never excessive, every move aimed to be precise, getting rid of all the flashy bends when performed. 

She was so precise with it that if a gladiator in her old world were to see her now, they would think that she was actually a novice fighter. After all, her moves had now looked more unrefined than ever, but that was only because she had intensionally extracted all of the beauty of the move, allowing only its lethal nature to survive. 

Every strike was with precision and every move polished to efficiency.