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
Inheritor of Sins
"We need to talk."
That line just screamed of so many terrible clichés that Lilith cringed. She just couldn't view Baal and Zero as ordinary friends despite Baal's claims. He was way too obsessed with the brunet and fussed over everything.
Zero raised a brow. "Ok."
The succubus slapped a palm over her face. What's with this comical reaction? Mammon coughed beside her while Amon and Shittomi were left to wonder what that was about.
"Not that kind of talk," Baal clarified. "It's something serious about you and us."
Amon coughed and blushed lightly. Shittomi's eyes sparkled with interest but the joke flew over Zero's head. Baal didn't seem to realise just how he'd phrased his words because he continued without caring about the other Demon Lords present.
"Remember how I told you that I was a fragment of the Divine Entity Duu?"
Zero nodded.