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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
1219 Chs

The Problems Of The Eighth Earth 4

The urgency of the situation was palpable as the demons closed in with terrifying speed. Their chilling laughter and the thunderous beat of their flying beasts' wings filled the air, creating a symphony of dread. Old Meg, with his daughter perched on his shoulders, knew all too well the horrors that awaited them if caught. The gladiator pits were a fate worse than death, a place of endless suffering and brutality.

Heeding no further thought to Gonvo's betrayal, Old Meg's focus sharpened on survival. "RUN!!!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the night like a knife. The group sprang into action, their flight fueled by sheer terror and the instinct to live.

As they dashed toward the safety of Glenn's territory, Old Meg risked a glance back. The sight that met his eyes was the stuff of nightmares – demons riding on grotesque winged beasts, their mouths twisted in grotesque smiles as they relished the hunt.