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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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1036 Chs

Test A Mother's love

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Meanwhile, in a faraway world, deep within the cosmos, another battle for life was taking place.

"Demon, I have told you time and time again, surrender to us the child with Solomon's bloodline and we will grant you life in peaceful death," a loud voice from the monster's back screamed at Lady Vinegar.

It had been almost a month since they arrived. They had come in a spaceship so massive that Lady Vinegar had been able to see it from the surface of the plane.

"FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK!!! These fucking Bastards AGAIN?"

The spaceship was a grotesque blend of advanced technology and ancient sorcery. Its hull was forged from dark, obsidian-like metal, inscribed with glowing runes that pulsed with a sickly green light. 

Spires and turrets jutted out at impossible angles, adorned with arcane symbols that twisted the eye to look upon.