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 was moved by the sudden shake and stormy vibrations, and he came out of his hiding spot in order to see what was going on.

In this dystopian twilight where shadows danced like malevolent spirits, there was suddenly a behemoth, a titan wrought from the nightmares of the world.

Its colossal form, a meld of sinew and scale, rippled with muscles that shifted beneath its obsidian skin like molten rivers of anguish. Each step it took reverberated through the very bones of the Earth, a seismic symphony that shook the ground and rattled the heavens, sending tremors in all directions.

Its eyes, twin orbs of smoldering fury, glowed like dying embers, casting an eerie, blood-red light that sliced through the dense darkness. Fangs, longer than scimitars, jutted from its gaping maw, jagged and sharp as the cruel hands of fate. With every exhalation, its breath billowed out in sulfurous clouds, choking the air with the stench of decay and despair.

The Hell beast is...