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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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Satan System Reboot

Enel took another agonizing step, and then another. The cavern seemed to tremble with each advance, the force pushing against him waning not out of relentlessness but out of fear. The arrow pulsed wildly, its once calm, radiant glow shifting erratically as it "watched" him approach.

"Stop!" the voice from the arrow cried out, no longer sultry or teasing but panicked. It could see deeper now, into the core of Enel's soul, and what it found was no flicker of love, no promise of redemption. Instead, with every determined step he took, the fire of hate within him grew, blazing brighter and stronger.

"This is not right!... No, Not Again." the arrow's voice trembled, laced with something it had never known before—fear.

But Enel didn't stop. Blood dripped steadily from his face, painting his path as he trudged forward, his body threatening to collapse under the immense strain. His breaths were ragged, yet his resolve burned hotter than the pain.