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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 · Fantasy
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Lenny was always one to take his time when he was walking.

 

It was probably one of the many reasons why the job of an assassin suited him well.

 

He prefers working where it is quiet and, if possible but not absolutely necessary, when it is dark.

 

At the moment, he was operating on the body before him.

 

He really did not like the environment. Not because of the location.

 

But because of the constant distractions. This did not mean that the noise affected him. But the constant interruption pulled him out of the zone.

 

 

 

An example would be the gladiator who had eaten a Devil's pill and was trying to sneak up behind him.

 

At the moment, his teammates were fighting vigorously against the gladiators.

 

While Lenny placed the corpse of the dead man with long blades sticking out of his body on a high slab.

 

He whistled his favorite tune lowly.