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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] [Grey 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 · Fantasia
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Hidden History

"You…. who are… you? Wait… who am I…?"

Words rolled off of the woman's tongue like honey dripping down a silver spoon. Her eyes stared into Rael's, a flicker of astonishment in them.

"Your eyes… are very beautiful."

Rael stared at the woman gobsmacked, her words slowly registered in his mind and he nodded.

"Thank you."

A silent breeze flew through the air, and Rael increasingly felt that the woman was familiar face-wise.

'She looks almost like me!!!'

His narcissistic senses were tingling within and the desire to covet her face forever crossed his mind multiple times.

"Our eyes are similar."

The woman still staring at Rael… infinite curiosity within the jewels that men and women called eyes.

She slowly grabbed his hand, her finger interlocking with his with childlike wonder. Her lips pursed, and she opened her mouth but right when she was about to speak, heavy footsteps followed.

*Thump! Thump! Thump!*