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
Battle of Prides
A colony of bats appeared in his room. The Demon Ethics professor wasn't fazed at all. In fact, he welcomed his late night visitor with a cup of Poxie tea.
"Welcome, headmaster. I've been expecting you. Care to join me for a cup of tea?"
Lucifer materialised and smiled gracefully as if he was merely coming over for a chat with a long-time friend.
"Sure, it would be my pleasure."
The Arachne demon offered the cup and Lucifer accepted it. They sat down on luxurious couches and took the time to enjoy the fragrance. Lucifer found it amusing that such a low-life could act so completely arrogantly in front of the Lord of Hell. Youngsters nowadays were truly ignorant.