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)

"Hector... I... I am so sorry. For so long, all of these years, I wanted to tell you. But I couldn't... I was younger at the time. It was not intentional... I did not know I would grow to love you."

Athena tried to explain. However, she did not know that at the moment, the voice of chaos coming from inside his head drowned her own.

Hector could not hear her. Even if he wanted to, he could not.

The whisper in his mind fed on the pain and hate he felt, building and growing exponentially.

Unknowingly, one of his eyes turned a shade of red.

However, he tried to hold it back.

Now, he was not just fighting the pain of the realization that had just kicked him in the face and the disappointment that came with it, but he was also fighting the foreboding chaos inside, begging him to devour it all.

The Problem with Secrets