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The King of Faries is now a Demon Lord

Meet Irakiel, the ex Fairy King... now a Demon Lord with a face that could make the devil jealous, and the "totally not boasting, just stating facts" indirect sibling of the Supreme Nirvana Ancestrial Monarchial Absolute God Emperor. Life was a breeze until he pulled off a two-million-year resurrection stunt. Now, in a world where everything has evolved, one thing stayed constant – Irakiel's charm. He insists he's not a narcissist anymore, but hey, he's still HIM, blame Fate, not him! Or so he was blaming Fate until he got this notification.... *Ding!* [Lady Fate is laughing at your luck and sending extremely seductive winks.... with L-lip b-bites?! That's not the end of it!... LADY FATE YOU DARE! Ban!!! EMERGENCY!! We need a thot repellent!] Since then, Irakiel has never fully recovered from his state of shock or so he thinks. Often one can see him sitting against a dichromatic tree and staring at the moon with melancholy, finding comfort in solitude. 'Shouldn't have buttfucked the Moon Goddess.... I feel like she is following me everywhere.' ~ A Great Author named Oink once said, "Keep your enemies close and their wives, closer." ~ [Yandere] [Netori] [Villain MC] [Smut] [Harem] [Wincest] [Oyakadon] [Villain MC] [Lore] [Alpha MC] [Livestreaming] [Action] [Powerful Villains] [Well-Written Fights] [Light Hearted in a Dark World] Netori means stealing other people's lovers not getting your own lover stolen. ~ The Livestreaming does not officially begin until chapter 106. The first mention is in chapter 101. ~ Enjoy :) and have a cookie.

_oinkchan · Fantaisie
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Inheritance

A small droplet of blood accumulated on my index finger that was pointing towards the coffin and dropped like fresh dew after morning rain.

*Drip... drop... drip...*

Blood started to flow out from my palms, it mysteriously started to float in midair, it morphed into a strange hexagon, curving inside the hexagon, it shaped into a star.

[Blood c'rrelates to death. Blood hast life and death hast soul. Soul c'rrelates to life, t is the fireth yond gives spirit.

H'resy to those, hath lost. H'resy to those yond yearn f'r ov'r.

Death is the golden key yond opens the palace of et'rnity.

T is lovely to alloweth wend of demise.

May the crusheth spirit revive, f'r ev'ry gage th're is price to payeth.

Bett'r to fleeth from death than feeleth its grasp.

Ariseth~!]

I staggered a bit, falling on my butt. My body was not used to this feeling.

"Air...air... I can not breathe... ha ha ha...."