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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

Qafsefoni, death's succubus!

Deep in the bowels of Hell, darkness crept like a living thing.

It oozed between cracks in the obsidian walls, coiled around twisted pillars, and lapped at the edges of sputtering flame pits.

At the center of this nightmare landscape rose a spire that seemed to mock the very concept of architecture. It twisted upwards in impossible angles. It surface was a maze of screaming faces frozen in eternal agony.

At its apex, that pierced the dark clouds above, the Council of Hell convened.

Demon lords materialized one by one. Mammon appeared in a shower of tarnished coins that clinked and rolled across the obsidian floor, a thin silk of gold cover his body. Beelzebub's swarm of flies converged into a vaguely humanoid shape, bits of rotting flesh visible between the buzzing insects. Asmodeus slithered from the shadows, his scales catching what little light there was and refracting it in nauseating patterns.