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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
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1217 Chs

The King's Test

King Solomon turned to ask him, "Do you know why I was called a wise man?"

Lenny shook his head. Although he did remember the biblical story.

After all, he was a knowledgeable person. However, even Lenny could tell that a story was on the horizon.

The king smiled as he raised his sceptre and then the leaves of the trees that looked like green pretty ancient runes rushed over as if having a life of their own, they danced ethereally in the air as they moulded together to form images as if showing the physical form of the king's story.

King Solomon began his story, "Thousands of years before your time, I was a son, a child amongst many of my father's children. I was not his first, nor second, nor third. But I was chosen to be king.

If any other was chosen for such a 'task', they would be happy, and proud. But I knew better.

This was no blessing. The throne was a curse on my life.