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
Professor Rhinestone was a rather popular professor, especially among females. It was no surprise that he would be approached by so many students everywhere he went. With his ash skin tone and midnight blue hair, the man was a walking sin. Nobody knew what kind of demon he really was but many suspected that he had incubus blood.
At this very moment, Beelzebub didn't see the charming professor who could easily sweep anyone off their feet with some honeyed words. Charming and suave demons wouldn't have such a grotesque form for starters.
He assessed the damage done to him and cursed. He should've stocked up on more food before he trailed them. The last thing he ate was that miserable but heavenly morsel of carrot cake. It isn't enough to help him regenerate severed limbs over and over again. Healing is a very tedious process and without food, Beelzebub could only limit the damage by closing the wounds instead of regrowing his limbs.