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)

In no time, everybody was seated and ready for the Tournament to begin.

The Elders took their positions as the judges of this momentous event at the forefront of the Audience.

Everyone who looked in their direction did so with respect.

After all, these were the people who were rulers and decision-makers of this great city. Their views on the matches were going to be very important.

Elder Zod stood to his feet and stepped forward. Just like the first Selection process, he was going to be the Anchor of the match.

The participants, brothers and sisters that wanted to become Alpha of the Pack all stood in their ceremonial attire bathed in marks and symbols of the Primordial beast.

They wore these Symbols proudly, many of them puffing out their chests and ready to charge through to come out victorious.

Amongst them was Curtin. Like the others, he stood behind his fighter, Riff.

Awaiting His Arrival