Ball of Nothing
I started off as nothing, just a mass of consciousness that slowly evolved. Just your average overpowered existence hungry for a multiverse adventure. Demons? They are my friends. Monsters? They are delicacies. Heroes? Not even equal to the dirt on my boots. Royalty? Money Machi- Ahem, a pleasure doing business. Immortals and Gods? Share with me the latest gossips! With power comes responsibility, but I'm just a ball... or am I just a ball? Watch as I regain my memories and beat up my past self. Note: No common sense in the story. Highly controversial. This is a contracted work, expect to unlock chapters. Season 1's standards differ greatly. Drama seekers, toxic bitches and overly-sensitive folks who cannot chillax not welcomed. Author also has indemnity to typo, grammar mistakes and English bugs throughout the story. You have been warned. Proceed with caution and enjoy. *** Note: Please check out new contracted work Monarch of Solitude if you liked the author's work. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/destinyaitsuji Discord: https://discord.gg/UrtDMXn
Slave Rights
As Zero ate, Beelzebub continued to call for more food. The Lord of Gluttony was the one most at ease in the room and continued to bring out his new creations. Coux wondered if Zero would be appeased by food the same way he was in the past. Whatever Beelzebub was doing works and even Mammon felt thankful for the interference.
"How is it? This is my newest blend of herbs and spices although I'm still unable to recreate Cleo's recipe."
Zero took a huge bite out of the roasted lizard and nodded. "Tastes good. I think it would help if you added some citrus to bring out the contrasting flavour of your eggplant almonds."
Beelzebub nodded. "What if I don't think we should add citrus? Are you also going to fight with me and prove who is the strongest in this food chain?"