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)

As Lenny sat strapped to the chair, the chainsaw's menacing buzz filled the air, a sound that spelled imminent doom. But as the deadly tool hurtled towards him, a remarkable transformation occurred within Lenny's mind.

Time seemed to stretch, each second elongating into an eternity. It was a sensation he recognized, a throwback to the lesson he had learned years ago with the hummingbird.

The chainsaw, which had been barreling towards him at a terrifying speed, now appeared to move in slow motion. Lenny watched with an eerie calm as the jagged teeth of the blade, each one a harbinger of pain and destruction, rotated towards his skin.

He could see the individual teeth, the way they caught the light, the sinister glint off their sharpened edges. The chainsaw was coming horizontally, aiming first for his arm before it would tear into his chest and out the other side. A dance with death, choreographed with cruel precision.

That's impossible