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)

Duncan's harsh frown etched deeply into his features as he pivoted around, commanding a departure from the tumultuous battlefield. However, the abrupt realization struck him like a cosmic bolt when he observed the undead commander remaining steadfast, unaffected by his directive.

Puzzled, Duncan addressed the commander again, his voice carrying the weight of authority, "Did you not hear me? I said, let's..."

Before he could conclude his sentence, a disconcerting sound, a sharp *SLUSH*, echoed through the air. It was a noise so visceral that it instantly seized Duncan's attention. A surreal tableau unfolded before him as he glanced down, and the world seemed to blur into slow motion.

The sight that met Duncan's eyes was both shocking and confounding. A blade, ethereal and radiant with purple cosmic energy, had pierced through his chest, puncturing his heart with merciless precision.

The Battle 'Temporarily' Drops Its Curtains