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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 True Goal

After listening to Lenny's instructions, Insect-B nodded as she went forth to do as he instructed. Lenny's instruction had been a simple one, "Kill all demons in your path."

And so it began.

At one particular Arena.....

The arena was a cauldron of violence and despair, where human gladiators, trapped in a vicious cycle of combat, fought not for glory but survival.

Their battles, a gruesome spectacle, were performed before an audience that thirsted for blood and reveled in the pain and death below.

The demons, their jeers and screams echoing around the stone coliseum, urged the combatants to greater heights of brutality.

The sandy floor of the arena was stained with the lifeblood of countless humans who had fallen, their bodies serving as grim reminders of the fatal stakes of each match.

Amidst the cacophony of the crowd and the clashing of weapons, a gladiator's eyes were drawn upward to a peculiar sight in the sky.