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
Betting Against Lucifer
"Zero," Baal looked worse for wear. "Do not, and I repeat... do NOT antagonise Lucifer. he's the most ancient and powerful demon in Hell and I do not want anything to happen to you. I can't save you if Lucifer gets serious about something. Trust me, that old man will get the things he wants, one way or another."
Zero blinked. "Are you worrying for me?"
Baal glared at his friend. "That's what friends do, no?"
Zero pulled a chair over and sat across the desk piled with signed documents. "I'm strong, you know. Besides, I'm not a child anymore. What's the worst that could happen? I'll just get sent to school for a while..."
Baal wanted to hold his friend in a headlock and give him a good noogie. Seriously, why was Zero's skull always this thick?