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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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The opportunity Presents itself

Lenny could already see it; he was going to die.

 

The sheer momentum and malice that Basit's eyes spilled were only expressed in the wave of his Darkline magic pouring out of his body, heading in one direction.

 

At this point, Lenny knew that there was nowhere to move or run.

 

He was like a planet trapped in the gravitational field of the sun and about to be bathed in horrible solar flares.

 

Even if he wanted to move, he couldn't.

 

However, just when he was about to be burned like the ant he was, under the lens of a child that had discovered a new method of killing bugs, a hand from seemingly nowhere patted Basit on the shoulder.

 

"GENTLEMAN Basit, I understand your loss, but please mourn after the event is over."

 

It was Basket Face, the butler of Lady Vinegar.

 

His smile appeared friendly but menacing, revealing his rows of uneven teeth.