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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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The Smile of the Soul Devil suddenly Froze: Soul Master Awakens

For a slave that was supposed to do the will of its master, Lenny being the puppet was currently a terrible one.

His hands had been above his teammates, and yet he did not strike.

Rather, his eyes, glowing red like blood through light, stared at the picture on the ground.

This Picture. This was it.

For a long time in his life, this was the picture he carried.

Even when his own mother called him crazy and the world left him, this picture never left his side.

From the greatest to the worst of missions, this picture stayed by his side.

For him, it was no longer a piece of paper from a Children's book.

No! 

It was something more. It was a companion.

Sometimes, in those dark times, he would talk to it. He believed it listened, and even more so, in his head, he could hear a subtle, sweet voice talk back at him.

Love was Love. 

It came in different forms. Whether it was love for one's mother or for a lover,