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)

The Greed system facilitated an extraordinary journey for Lenny, letting him absorb memories of the primordial beast. Memories deep within its core.

In the ethereal expanse of time, Lenny was propelled beyond the boundaries of his immediate reality. As if caught in the ebb and flow of temporal tides, he found himself transported back millennia, to the primordial genesis of the world.

A silent witness to the cosmic ballet, Lenny gazed upon the swirling cauldron of molten magma that birthed the very Earth itself.

The molten core, a symphony of searing hues, painted a vivid portrait of creation in its most elemental form.

Lenny, now more an observer than an active participant, felt the resonance of ancient knowledge permeating his essence. It wasn't just the surge of information; it was a communion with the origins of existence.

Through The Eyes Of The Primordial Beast