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's comprehension of the intricate dance of fate and destiny deepened.

Then again, it was time to confront the Undead Commander, an entity of considerable power and grotesqueness.

He decided to momentarily immobilize Clawed with earthen electricity, a testament to his control over elemental forces, which was both strategic and indicative of his intent to unravel the mysteries of Clawed's existence at a later time.

"I'll be back for you," he promised, a statement that hung in the air with the weight of inevitability.

Turning his attention to the Undead Commander, Lenny faced an adversary whose very appearance was a stark reminder of the unnatural forces at play.

The Commander's physique, devoid of skin and laid bare in muscle and tendon, presented a visage of horror and power. The bright gleam of the purple invitation stone embedded in his chest served as a focal point, a source of his strength and, definitely his vulnerability.

Your Pain Is Their Tool.