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)

In the ethereal expanse beyond mortal and immortal understanding, a realm where time folds upon itself and the fabric of existence is woven, the Sisters of Fate stood in solemn council.

Their lamentations echoed through the ages, a dissonant chorus against the backdrop of infinity.

These ancient arbiters of destiny, each embodying a phase of life, now found themselves at a crossroads, their meticulously laid plans unravelled by the defiance of a single soul.

The youngest, embodying the innocence and potential of youth, voiced her frustration, her words tinged with the bitterness of betrayal. "What is he doing?" she cried, unable to comprehend the rebellion of Lenny Tales, the one they sought to mould.

The middle sister, her wisdom and resolve forged in the crucible of countless ages, echoed the sentiment, her disappointment a heavy shroud. "We prepared the path for him, and yet, he stabs us in the back."

The Rainbow Bridge Of Emotion