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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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Make Sand Cry

<Alert: Host has joined The Giant Shadow Werewolves>

<Alert: Hosts Alpha : Victor Of The Lenny Royal family>

<Alert: suppression of the Alpha on hosts>

The weight of the oath hit Enel like a crashing wave. His head throbbed, a heaviness settling over him, yet amidst the discomfort, he felt a newfound connection to Victor and the pack. It was unlike anything he had experienced before—a tether, raw and primal, linking him to the other werewolves in the immediate area.

Their presence was tangible, as though his senses had grown new limbs, reaching out and brushing against their minds and emotions.

He could feel their desires, their instincts, and even their loyalty to Victor. It was overwhelming yet oddly comforting, like slipping into a warm current in an icy sea. But then, there was Victor.