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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 · ファンタジー
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Tribute to the Morningstar!

The moment Lucifer crossed the threshold, the party seemed to hold its breath. Then, like a wave crashing against the shore, it surged towards him.

"Holy shit, it's really him!"

"The Morningstar!"

"Did you see what he did downtown?"

"Is it true he can shoot fire from his eyes?"

The barrage of questions and exclamations washed over Lucifer, threatening to drown him. He felt Ezra's hand on the small of his back, grounding him, as she deftly maneuvered them through the crowd.

Sasha materialized from the throng, her usual hoodie and jeans replaced by a sleek cocktail dress that looked about as comfortable as a straitjacket. "Lu! You made it!" Her smile was a bit too bright, her eyes darting between Lucifer and Ezra with poorly concealed curiosity.

"Wouldn't miss it," Lucifer replied, accepting the red cup she thrust into his hands. He sniffed it cautiously – fruit punch with a kick that could probably fuel a rocket.