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)

Because of their rivalry, Lady Vinegar and Agnes sat in the same VIP spot.

It would be a shame if they could not look at the faces of one another and give gleeful smiles at the misery of the other depending on who was winning.

However, right now, it was definitely not Lady Vinegar.

The fact that Lenny had not shown up was very discouraging, and Agnes by her side, did not let the opportunity to taunt pass her by.

"Hey, I thought you said that he was training hard?

Did he maybe Train himself to Death...Hehehe!" Agnes giggled shyly. "Is it true Vinegar? Did you perhaps give your heart to a gladiator trash... You know, now that I think about it, after what happened when I and my brother arrived, your love toy must have shaken to his boots in fear. I bet he is hiding under his bed at this moment missing the taste of your mammary gland in his infant mouth."

Awaiting His Arrival 2