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)

"Hmmm! You are only an acolyte and you claim to be a Magi, you are not useful. Go back to the other line."

Only those that were at least lesser Witch, which was at the rank of a lesser demon were allowed to be called witches.

The man Grudge had possessed stepped forward. As he did, The Werewolf frowned at him. The reason was simple.

The man looked old and senile. But that did not stop him. He placed his hand on the screen. It glowed a bright red.

"Huh!" there was murmuring amongst the Witches and magis.

The Werewolf standing guard nodded his head. "A witch that has deep demon rank strength, your type is really rare. What is your name, sir?"

The Werewolf smiled at him. Obviously, the way he treated the man had now changed. Such was the world. Only a person that had power and status was respected.

"I am, Menel," The old withered looking man answered.

A little Rivalry...