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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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1026 Chs

In need of the Baroness help

While Lenny confronted Duncan, yet another bold confrontation occurred some place else in secrecy.

In the depths of the deepness of dark , where shadows clung like living things, there existed a secret chamber, hidden from the prying eyes of both mortal and supernatural beings. The air in this room was thick with the acrid scent of brimstone and the faint echoes of distant screams.

 Sinister runes, etched into the very walls, glowed with an eerie crimson light, casting twisted, dancing shadows across the obsidian floor.

In the heart of this malevolent sanctum, adorned with intricate runes that seemed to pulse with ancient power, stood a device unlike any mortal artifact—a mirror, its surface warped and marred by centuries of dark rituals. Within this gruesome setting, the mirror stood as a portal to dark intentions, its glass marred by streaks of dried gore.