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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/

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Rise of the Demon Lord (Part Two)

June 31 – July 20

Of course, America didn't take kindly to having a large castle float over their cities, instantly killing anyone who was under it. Naturally, they responded the only way they knew how.

With extreme force.

On that day, a mere two days after the Demon Lord's declaration, and one day after the appearance of the castle, the United States military deployed pretty much every weapon in their arsenal; from tanks to planes, all of them with the intent of "taking that castle out of the sky."

It was a clear, beautiful day. The bright blue sky was only marred by the presence of the looming, dark castle, a slight wind passing through the fields.