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 he held Glenn, the embodiment of his deepest affections and regrets, Lenny's moment of emotional surrender was abruptly shattered by a stark realization, a clarity that cut through the illusion like a blade. "Why the FUCK do they always use you to get to me? Do they think I am so gullible..?" The words spilled from him, a mix of anger and defiance, as he acted on his suspicion, his fingers striking with precision into her belly.

This act, violent and decisive, served as the catalyst for the unraveling of the memory. The scene around him began to distort, the consistency of the memory fluctuating wildly, oscillating between the emotional intensity of the farewell and the static of a reality coming undone.

Each pulse of static revealed the truth behind the illusion, shifting the figure of Glenn back to the monstrous form of the blood spider, its body a grotesque tapestry of deception, its many eyes reflecting the cunning of its design.

Getting Minnie Again