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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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Things Escalated Fast

In Are's hand, he held a small jar, ancient and cracked, from which a faint, ominous smoke curled. "In this jar are the grievances—the prayers of mortals, twisted and perverted. Prayers for death, for greed, for suffering. Curses and wishes for evil disguised as devotion. We call it the Jar of Abominable Prayers. It is molten poison, the essence of everything vile whispered in the name of gods."

He sneered in disgust, his voice filled with contempt for the humans below.

Ares gave a curt nod, and the gods moved swiftly to hold Perseus in place. Struggling against their divine strength was futile, his powers were being suppressed by their chains; Perseus was pinned with ease, arms forced still as Ares approached with the jar of vile liquid in hand. The stench alone was sickening, a putrid mix that made the air heavy with dread.