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)

Cuban raised a brow at him, "Noticed what?"

Lenny's gaze suddenly became sharp, "The Poison!"

Lenny's eyes shone with the information that the Satan System gave him about his opponent.

Appraiser was an ability that allowed him to see the functionality of opponents that he faced and not just their power levels.

And Lenny could see it clearly. Cuban was poisoned.

Almost at the same time, Cuban noticed a black patch on his arm. His hand shook slightly, and he could feel a loss of sensation in his hand.

He frowned harshly as he tried to think of when such a thing happened.

A quick flash back on the battle so far and he could see it. Cuban turned to Victor, "You ANIMAL!"

As he yelled, He sent forth a blast of blood that rushed through the ground like a parallel wave with the intension of cutting victor into two.

Blood Limitations 3