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)

Crusher's face tightened with determination as he surveyed the gruesome aftermath of the aerial battle. Despite the devastating losses, he knew he still had a trump card hidden in his arsenal.

"Insect-Bee, sweetheart! Blow them up," he commanded, his voice carrying a blend of urgency and resolve.

kilometers away, Insect-Bee received the order and wasted no time in relaying it to the fallen FlameBorne Ants scattered across the battlefield. The torn and battered bodies of the once-majestic creatures began to glow ominously, a prelude to the impending explosions.

Explosions erupted across the battlefield, a cacophony of fiery destruction that lit up the darkened landscape. The undead, caught off guard by the sudden detonations, were engulfed in a maelstrom of flames and debris. It was a desperate gambit, a last-ditch effort to turn the tide of the battle.

The Fight Continues