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World's First Demon Lord

[COMPLETED] "This world is truly...boring." The Mage King, overthrown and killed by his own people, escaped via one last spell. Reincarnated in the body of a weak baby, he sets off to conquer the world once more. Except somehow, he has been reincarnated into a completely different world. A world with no mages...aside from him. What is the point in ruling such a boring world? He might as well reincarnate again. Until the TV catches his eye, and he sees a certain animation from a far east Asian country... Maybe...maybe I can do something here. Maybe in this world without mages, a mage is what is needed to spice things up a little. Maybe this boring world needs...a Demon Lord to rule it from the shadows. If this world isn't interesting enough, then I'll force it to change with my own hands! "A Demon Lord needs henchmen, so I will create my own!" "I also Heroes to fight against, so let's make those as well!" "Hmmmm...I like System novels, let's give a Hero a Gamer system!" "I also like superheroes and romances, let's create some superheroes and make them fall in love!" "What's this? A thriller? Hmmm...maybe I can make something like this too..." Lots of LGBT issues in here. If you can't handle gay, this is probably not your story Cover was drawn by @yikes-psychic-pen, go check her out at https://yikes-psychic-pen.tumblr.com/

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Making Deals With People You Have Romantic History With Is Always A Tricky Thing

Tarik

June 15, 7:12 pm, Paris, France

"We need to talk."

Tarik instinctively wanted to say no. This conversation was already giving him flashbacks to a time he did not want to recall, but he swallowed his automatic response. It wasn't like he could say anything anyway, with all the guards suddenly appearing behind him.

Not even ten minutes ago, he had just arrived at the Palais, to find Elodie there waiting for him. She wore a simple, black dress, with work-appropriate flats. Her hair was tied in a simply, yet somehow sexy ponytail. A faint, dirty scent hung in the air, the sun hanging low in the sky, turning the sky a darker, more purple color.

Aside from Elodie, no one else was waiting out front, save what Tarik assumed was her bodyguard. He seemed to tense as Tarik got closer, and Elodie had greeted him rather formally once he reached them.

"Everyone is already inside," she had said. "They're waiting for us."