Dere_Isaac

{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.

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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.)

Devil Slave (Satan system)

Lenny, with some effort, pulled brutally at her hand.

"AHHH!!!" She screamed as her arm was uprooted from her shoulder.

It was not any different from the way she removed her own body parts to be used as weapons, but for some reason, it hurt more when it was Lenny who did it.

Blood poured like oil from the wound.

He did not expect such an amount of blood to flow from the wound.

It was a bit surprising and funny to look at.

Manta looked tired, and her eyelids were starting to close. Sweat gathered on her forehead, and her breathing was very rough.

She was currently at her wit's end, and Lenny could clearly see that she had accepted the end of her faith.

"No! No!! No!!! You don't get to die so easily. Not after the pain you blessed me with. What kind of person do you think I am? A promise is a promise, my dear.

Falling Into The Hands Of A Very Very Petty Man 2