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World's First Demon Lord

[COMPLETED] "This world is truly...boring." The Mage King, overthrown and killed by his own people, escaped via one last spell. Reincarnated in the body of a weak baby, he sets off to conquer the world once more. Except somehow, he has been reincarnated into a completely different world. A world with no mages...aside from him. What is the point in ruling such a boring world? He might as well reincarnate again. Until the TV catches his eye, and he sees a certain animation from a far east Asian country... Maybe...maybe I can do something here. Maybe in this world without mages, a mage is what is needed to spice things up a little. Maybe this boring world needs...a Demon Lord to rule it from the shadows. If this world isn't interesting enough, then I'll force it to change with my own hands! "A Demon Lord needs henchmen, so I will create my own!" "I also Heroes to fight against, so let's make those as well!" "Hmmmm...I like System novels, let's give a Hero a Gamer system!" "I also like superheroes and romances, let's create some superheroes and make them fall in love!" "What's this? A thriller? Hmmm...maybe I can make something like this too..." Lots of LGBT issues in here. If you can't handle gay, this is probably not your story Cover was drawn by @yikes-psychic-pen, go check her out at https://yikes-psychic-pen.tumblr.com/

sinfuego · Fantasia
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Bit Parts (Part Three)

Gadiel

July 26, 12:29 pm, The Throne Room, Inside the Castle

The more he looked up, the more certain he became that there was a person up there. Furthermore, a strange sensation of familiarity was creeping over him as he squinted up at the supposed body up there.

"Gadiel," said Elodie, rather patiently as she gripped his arm tighter. "I don't know what mind control will do to a ten-year-old."

Gadiel blinked, remembering what they were here to do. He shook himself out of his little daydream, then followed Elodie up the steps to the throne.

The throne was even more impressive up close. Soft, red fabric cushioned the seat and backboard, the frame made of solid gold. Two small lion heads, roaring in agony adorned the end of the armrests, the legs of the throne a solid block rising from the podium. Intricate patterns lined the solid block of gold underneath, flowing into the marble below.