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
Baal's Faction (3)
The location of their newly acquired shop pleased Coux. It was in a secluded part of town with good traffic of the worst kind. Qin Yun was no stranger to how things worked in the abyss. She wouldn't be the fox mistress if she was naive. Even in organised towns like this, territories and power struggles existed. Without announcing their alliance, this new shop would definitely be targeted.
Coux wasn't too surprised to have unwelcomed guests waiting for them. The estate agent appointed by the bank ran away as fast as he could the moment he handed the keys over. Amaraline cowered behind the two experienced ladies in fear when several rough looking demons approached. It wasn't very different from back on Earth. Apparently, gangs were still a thing even in Hell and the cockatrice girl wished Clowis was here. Her brother would have no problems teaching these punks a lesson or two, demon or not.