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Rise of the White Devil

I was always alone, throughout my life. People looked at me with disdain because I was an orphan without parents. Constant abuse followed me everywhere. I lost touch with how to interact with others. With each passing day, I grew more distant from my emotions until I scarcely recognized myself. The warmth of family and friendship felt foreign to me. In the end, I snapped, and I became what I hated the most... something that wasn't human anymore... something that shouldn't have been born... That was until I was reincarnated as Lucas Nightstar, granted a second chance at a happy life with a loving family. Now, I would do anything to protect them, live my life to the fullest, and was willing to destroy anyone who dares stand in my way of my newfound peace. Yet... Little did I know what fate had in store for me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my first time writing a novel, so please give me feedback and point out my mistakes. English isn't my main language, so I could make some grammatical errors. I don't know how this novel will turn out since I am writing this for fun. I don't have a fixed schedule for when I publish chapters, but if I see that it is going well, I might get more serious with my upload schedule (currently 2 chapters/day). So please support me through this journey with reviews and power stones. Discord: https://discord.gg/9zZ69PVNFJ

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The Devil Goes to Church

As he stepped inside the church, he was greeted by a warm, serene atmosphere.

Soft candlelight flickered along the walls, casting gentle shadows on the intricately carved wooden pews.

The air was filled with the faint scent of incense, and the polished stone floor reflected the colorful light streaming in from the stained-glass windows.

High above, the vaulted ceiling was adorned with delicate frescoes depicting scenes of peace and devotion.

The quiet stillness of the interior provided a stark, comforting contrast to the storm raging outside.

Slowly, Lucas walked towards the front row, looking around the church. 

'Certainly is beautiful... and looks like this entire place is blessed, huh,' he thought as he sat in the front row, his drenched clothes leaving a trail of water behind. 

Gazing ahead, he saw four faceless statues towering above him.

Each had a pair of angelic wings on their backs.