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 the heart of creation, where whispers of eternity kiss the air, lies the "Paradisus Primordialis" – a garden of unmatched beauty and tranquility.

Imagine a place where the sunlight bathes everything in a golden glow, where gentle breezes carry the sweet fragrance of flowers that bloom in colors beyond imagination.

The air is alive with the melody of birdsong, a symphony of nature's own composition.

Each step on the lush ground is like a soft embrace from the earth itself, and the touch of the leaves against your skin is as tender as a lover's caress. The atmosphere is charged with a sense of peace that seems to seep into your very soul.

The fruits that hang from the trees are succulent and vibrant, offering a taste of sweetness that rivals the nectar of dreams. Crystal-clear rivers wind their way through the landscape, and the water is as pure as the laughter of a child.

The Sisters of Eve