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)

Lenny's desperation echoed through the void, resonating with the cosmic forces that lay dormant within the fabric of reality.

In response, a profound hum permeated the nothingness, announcing the arrival of a formidable artifact into his grasp. It had appeared from the storage unit, a radiant glow cut through the darkness, revealing the manifestation of salvation: Anguis, the sacred pitchfork.

In his hand, Anguis materialized with an ethereal brilliance, a mesmerizing interplay of red hues that danced along its length.

The pitchfork exuded an otherworldly aura, pulsating with an energy that repelled the encroaching malevolence within the void. Runes adorned its surface, a dynamic tapestry that seemed to writhe and twist as if possessed by a life force of its own. Each glyph told a silent tale, an ancient script that whispered of cosmic power and divine purpose.

Holy Tool: Anguis