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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 second Question

However, for Lenny, the Magistri's words were more than just a dramatic narration. 

They struck a chord, awakening memories that he had long tried to suppress. The mention of his past, of love lost and betrayals endured, sent a jolt through him. 

His expression hardened, a brief flicker of pain and anger crossing his features before he regained his composure. The memories of what he had lost, of the love that had been taken from him, were wounds that had never fully healed. They were scars that told a story of love, loss, and the steep price of his position as the number 1 assassin.

As the Magistri continued to build the excitement and tension, setting the stage for the next round of the competition, Lenny's mind was momentarily elsewhere, lost in the past that the show's host had so casually evoked.