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Reincarnated into a Hell Hound - BL/Yaoi

Once I woke up I discovered that my limbs ended in paws, and that my ears could move about, for my new form is that of a dog! But not only that, I soon realize that there is nothing simple in this new world full of magic, for my true species is that of a hell hound, a creature made of fire and shadow that could stir fear at those who dared approach! Or well… the definition of being scary looking is at least suitable for me, proud and powerful as I’m, as for my brother… sigh, what can I say at such dumb creature who loves chewing at my ears?! Not only do I have to survive in this strange world with this strange body, but have to keep my brother out of trouble! At least, for better or for worse, we won’t be alone for long after crossing the path of two clingy elves and- no, wait, hold on, where do you think those hands are? Stop touching my brother you pervert elf! Come back here! And you, stop touching me too, let me teach them a lesson oi! Sigh, I’m surrounded by troublesome guys! …Well, at least they are to die for…no, I mean, scram! ~~~~~ ML: You are so cute when you are angry. MC: C-c-c-cute?! I’ll show you how cute I’m! I’ll bite your ankles! ML: But I have made food for you… MC:… MC:Ok, I can beat you later, but why is your hand on my tail oi?! ML:*chuckles* ~~Warning~~ Mature content, including gore, explicit smut, swearing, relationship between men. ~~~~~ Thank you and I hope you enjoy it! *wink wink* ۹(ÒہÓ)۶

VCris · LGBT+
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Chapter 132

As I used my trump card the relief that I thought I would feel didn't come, instead a worry and a frown for how calm the Demon seems to be even after realizing we outnumber him and have just disarmed him.

It wouldn't be a situation where one would be calm and carefree like this, but here he is.

As we stop to breathe, a graveyard for a battlefield, I end up asking:

"Why did you do this?" Even though I knew these lives meant nothing to him, not the dare consequences of his actions, I still ask: "Why did you have to kill them all? They got nothing to do with you, they didn't even intend to interfere with your plans, so why?!" 

The moment I ask he seems a little bit uninterested, kicking the hand of a body that had landed on his fit in the commotion, as one would do to a meaningless object. Without a single care or respect.