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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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Rise of the Demon Lord (Part One)

June 30, 12:00 pm, Nevada, USA

I walked through the empty throne room, my steps echoing off the glass floor. In my arms was an unconscious woman, deep within the realm of Dream as I made my way over to the gold and red throne.

The throne she had made for me.

I took the steps up to the seat, then stood there for a moment, contemplating. Sure, I had asked her to do it, but this place, this castle, all came from her. From her creativity, her mind.

I looked up at the chandelier, remembering how she had even come up with how the magic circle engraved on those stones were also her idea. Yes, I had changed it to make it possible, but...

I calmly lowered my gaze, back down to the seat. I turned, looking around at the majesty of this place.

It was beautiful. Majestic.

And it all stank of her.

Of Alice.

Of the woman in my arms.