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.

............
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)

"When I heard that a Gladiator brought down an entire demon town to its knees, I thought he was going to be one monster of a man. Who knew that it would be someone so..." The girl with red hair looked at Lenny up and down and frowned. "Weak!"

It was not until she had spoken that the octopus realized that its body was being used as a mat.

Instantly, its tendrils rushed for the two standing on its head, but neither of them moved. It was as if the obvious attack rushing for them was a child threatening an adult with tickles.

However, before the tendrils reached, the red man raised a brow at the incoming attack, and that was it.

Lenny had heard the sound of the blade dicing the Tendril very clearly, but seeing it was a totally different matter.

All he knew was that the man's hands had moved slightly. It was more of him changing the way his arms were folded over his chest to a more relaxed position.

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