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Devil Slave (Satan system)

Lenny Tales is a sick psychopathic assassin with a twisted sense of justice who goes around the world murdering corrupt politicians. But at his latest hit, a bullet changed trajectory in mid air and ended his life. However when he wakes up, he discovers that his Death was not an accident, and he had been Employed by Lucifer Morningstar, the one known as the devil. His Mission is to have revenge on behalf of the Devil who was backstabbed, and had the apocalypse stolen from him by his own demons. But as a mere him in a post apocalyptic world filled with death at every turn, with wicked Witches, Devils, Royal Demons, and entities that feed on weak humans as per time snacks, how will he carry out such a mission? Fortunately, he is born again with the Satan System... ........ 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.) (My Discord: https://discord.gg/5Gexp9wW)

Dere_Isaac · 奇幻
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The cave, once a sanctuary of darkness, was now a gruesome scene of carnage. The walls were stained with the ichor of giant red ants, their crushed bodies leaving a foul odor that hung thick in the air. The ground squelched beneath the werewolves' paws, a nauseating mixture of ant remains and sticky fluids that clung to their fur.

The fallen ants, their bodies torn asunder, lay in grotesque disarray. Limbs and antennae littered the ground like a nightmarish collage. Puddles of viscous liquid pooled around them, emitting a putrid stench that made the werewolves' eyes water and their nostrils burn.

Ulric, his fur matted with ant gore, let out a guttural growl as he surveyed the macabre sight. The sheer brutality of the battle was etched across his face, his eyes alight with a primal ferocity. Beside him, Gadu, his once-pristine robes now stained and tattered, clenched his fists, his jaw set in grim determination.