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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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Fights of the Twined siblings

Meanwhile, at around the same time, at the top of a sky-high building, a man stood over the railings.

 

He was well dressed in a purple suit. He even had a well-fitting tie.

 

He looked quite handsome. Many might even say that he had a slight touch of femininity about him.

 

However, he had a head warmer on his head. It was pink to match his suit.

 

He had a glass of wine in one hand, and the other hand was relaxed in his pocket.

 

He twirled the red wine in his glass a little.

 

At the moment, he had his eyes on the Arena in the distance.

 

He took a sip, and then he sighed lowly.

 

He turned around and jumped down the railings.

 

"Would you believe it, brother?" His accent was quite posh and refined: "Father is at his most chiseled crisis, and here our sister is, making plans for her birthday party."