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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
1202 Chs

Hunting memories of Regrettable love 4

...Present day (new world)...

 

Lenny walked out through the door.

 

As he did, his mind seemed to play tricks on him, and the scene of the corridor on fire merged with the scene of soul devils advancing towards him.

 

He just couldn't help it.

 

He had held it back for so long that even a transmigration from one world to another could not quench the hurt in his soul.

 

A pain buried so deep in hopes that it would heal with time, or at least he could forget about it.

 

Rather, all it had done was evolve with time into a ball of struggle, hate, and even fear.

 

From the moment he entered the second level, that ball had been poked.

 

But he had still been able to hold it back.

 

After all, he had the distraction of having to fight and hide.

 

However, that room and the stain of blood on that bed were the last straw that broke the camel's back.