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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.

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Suited Up!

A tailor sat on the other end, sizing Rael up.

The man's fingers were long and slender, his hands elegant. He had a full head of dark white hair, but he wore it in a short cut that made him look younger. His eyes were pale gray, rimmed with black lashes.

This was Sebas, the butler of Lucifer. A faithful loyal bunch that followed her from Heaven to the Lower World.

He often believed himself to be her caretaker or father in simple words, a part of him felt love towards the Fallen Angel that was not something a servant should feel.

Sebas never once thought in his long life that someone would actually claim the apple of his eye.

However, here his pathetic existence was. Stitching up the perfect cloth for his mistress soon-to-be husband.

"Oh my! Did you say the name 'Irakiel'?" The tailor asked in surprise as if he had heard a strange word.

"Yes," Rael answered back without any hesitation. It wasn't like he didn't know that this man knew who he was.