Ball of Nothing
I started off as nothing, just a mass of consciousness that slowly evolved. Just your average overpowered existence hungry for a multiverse adventure. Demons? They are my friends. Monsters? They are delicacies. Heroes? Not even equal to the dirt on my boots. Royalty? Money Machi- Ahem, a pleasure doing business. Immortals and Gods? Share with me the latest gossips! With power comes responsibility, but I'm just a ball... or am I just a ball? Watch as I regain my memories and beat up my past self. Note: No common sense in the story. Highly controversial. This is a contracted work, expect to unlock chapters. Season 1's standards differ greatly. Drama seekers, toxic bitches and overly-sensitive folks who cannot chillax not welcomed. Author also has indemnity to typo, grammar mistakes and English bugs throughout the story. You have been warned. Proceed with caution and enjoy. *** Note: Please check out new contracted work Monarch of Solitude if you liked the author's work. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/destinyaitsuji Discord: https://discord.gg/UrtDMXn
Grass is Greener on the Other Side
When Zero returned, the wedding ceremony was over and the feast was in full swing. Some of the archangels weren't present and had left for official duties. Zero didn't really mind. After all, there was only one real archangel in charge of running Heaven's operations that he needed to talk to.
"Oh, Zero! You're here. Have you eaten?" Gabriel asked and Zero shook his head. The archangel laughed.
"I guessed as much," he said and dragged the teen over to the long table of feasts. "Here, the chefs reserved this for you. We can talk after you've eaten your fill, Michael's orders."
Zero beamed at the sight of food and completely forgot his manners until Medusa came around to greet him.
"Zero, I want to thank you for what you've done for us," she smiled and Zero choked on a pheasant leg.