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)

This Morgana before him did not have any of the flawed features that the recent one had. No puss bumps on the face, no horns, and certainly no mechanical features.

Her face was smooth, and Oval. Her eyes, surrounded with long pink lashes were lustrous, deep and the light pink glow in them displayed the depth of the pleasure that she felt.

Yes. It was pleasure. After all, she was riding on top him.

This actually came as a surprised to Lenny. At the moment, he saw himself, naked, strapped to the bed and morgana riding his male organ.

Her pretty almond shaped eyes were drowsy with pleasure, and her long pink-flowing hair fell off her shoulders, dancing about on her oily skin.

Her waist moved in rhythms that betrayed her enjoyment of her desire. Every bend and whine of her waist focused at the attraction of taking him deeper into her.

And with every push of her waist, her lips escaped a moan.

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