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)

Lenny, caught in the ethereal embrace of his trance, found himself standing in the heart of a resplendent castle, a realm of opulence that seemed to defy reality. The very air exuded an aura of richness, as if prosperity itself had taken a tangible form.

The walls, adorned with intricate patterns of gold and precious stones, gleamed with an otherworldly radiance. Every step Lenny took resonated on a floor of the finest marble, the pale surface veined with threads of gold. The very essence of wealth seemed to have been woven into the fabric of this fantastical place.

As he wandered deeper into the castle, Lenny found himself surrounded by cascading curtains that swirled like liquid gold, allowing beams of warm, ethereal light to filter through. The plush red carpets underfoot felt like a velvet embrace, leading him further into the heart of this architectural marvel.

King Solomon's Disappointment