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I, the devil, forced to start with just three beauties!

[WARNING : MATURE CONTENT R-18] * Would the waifus in the Devil's own Harem be considered advocates of evil? * Would the Devil's lemons be considered forbidden fruits? If YES, then tuck tight and be ready to be led astray! ******************** ["DID YOU HEAR?"..."THEY SAY THE DEVIL WALKS AMONG US NOW.""] [..."WHATEVER. PROBABLY JUST SOME COSPLAYER TRYING TO GET LAID.""] IF THEY ONLY KNEW, THE FORMER LORD OF HELL, CURRENT JOBLESS BUM, HAD TRADED HIS THRONE of BONES for a CRAMPED APARTMENT and STUDENT LOAN DEBT. WELL... TECHNICALLY, HE HAD NOT...... BUT AFTER WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM, HE SURE AS HELL WISHED HE HAD. HERE'S THE DEAL... ********************* Lucifer, the Morningstar, faces a career crisis of biblical proportions. After Hell undergoes a corporate makeover, the underworld board of directors boots out their slacker CEO for being dead weight in their new profit-driven hellish paradise. Talk about a fall from grace! "Learn some responsibility!" they'd shouted as they slammed Hell's gates in Lucy's face. "Maybe try working for once, loser!" Cast out and clueless, Lucifer crash-lands on Earth with nothing but his devilish good looks and a résumé woefully short on non-evil skills. Determined to prove his worth, he vows to show them he could become the ultimate success story - starting from the bottom of the corporate ladder. After all, who needs hell and its bylaws? ********************* [CAUTION : Made by a degenerate] No ntr No Yuri He might turnout to be a woman snatcher! (Don't think too highly of the devil.) DISCLAIMER : Cover isn't mine

The_Booker_Vessel · Fantaisie
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57 Chs

Merman crisis!

The halls of Paradise High buzzed with an energy that was anything but ordinary. Students shuffled to their lockers, chatting animatedly about weekend plans and upcoming tests, but there was an undercurrent of something... more.

A girl casually levitated her textbooks while gossiping with friends. A boy sneezed, accidentally setting his worksheet on fire. Just another Monday at what was rapidly becoming the most unusual high school in the world.

Lucifer slouched against his locker, trying his best to look nonchalant as he observed the controlled chaos around him. It had been two weeks since the "Awakening Incident," as the media was calling it, and life on Paradise City was settling into a new kind of normal.

"You know," a familiar voice said from behind him, "for someone who's supposed to be keeping a low profile, you're doing a terrible job of not looking suspicious."