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Devil Slave (Satan system)

Lenny Tales is a sick psychopathic assassin with a twisted sense of justice who goes around the world murdering corrupt politicians. But at his latest hit, a bullet changed trajectory in mid air and ended his life. However when he wakes up, he discovers that his Death was not an accident, and he had been Employed by Lucifer Morningstar, the one known as the devil. His Mission is to have revenge on behalf of the Devil who was backstabbed, and had the apocalypse stolen from him by his own demons. But as a mere him in a post apocalyptic world filled with death at every turn, with wicked Witches, Devils, Royal Demons, and entities that feed on weak humans as per time snacks, how will he carry out such a mission? Fortunately, he is born again with the Satan System... ........ 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.) (My Discord: https://discord.gg/5Gexp9wW)

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Lenny's New family

In The Underworld, Chaos Reigned... 

Only the fittest survived as the strong literally fed on the weak. The war of the demon royal families has been happening for years, and the fallen Angels in the midst of it all only made matters worse. 

The cosmos had never seen the level of destruction that now plagued all of creation....

...A father gasped for breath, his face a mask of pain as the blows rained down on him. He lay in the dirt, clutching a loaf of bread he had stolen—his desperate attempt to feed his starving children. His ribs felt like they were cracking under the weight of the merciless kicks. Blood smeared his lips as he pleaded through broken words, his voice a weak whisper, "Please... for my children..." But the guards showed no mercy. This was the surface—cruel, cold, and indifferent.

Yet, far below the surface, hidden from the harsh world above, a completely different life flourished.