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The Demon Lord Is An Angel

This is the story of Kir, who has to thwart the will of Heaven, Hell, and his parents in order to survive and protect the people he loves. He just has to make it through life at a magical academy, avoid dying, and survive to find his birth mother, the lost Daughter of Heaven. Or be forced to take his place at the side of his father, a Duke of Hell bent on destroying the way things are. It's a lot to handle for a quiet, brooding angel boy. Fortunately he has company. A succubus, a foxkin girl, and a half-angel boy to start. And Kir has his own secret: this isn't his first go at life. ---- Daily Chapters At 1205 EST ************ Content Advisory: Sex of the pansexual variety (lots of it after chapter 50) Adult-Oriented chapters will be titled with * All characters depicted in sexual chapters are adults 18 Earth years and over. ************ PS: Thank you so much for considering my novel! I invite you to consider my other works if you are interested: https://www.webnovel.com/profile/4323849251 If you're interested in joining a forum for my books, or interfacing with me as the author, please use this Discord link: https://discord.gg/ksJ8dJup4d If you like what I have written, please collect my story, comment, and consider if you'd like to support me further. Humbly, ~Haizao

Haizao · แฟนตาซี
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Magic By The Numbers

What the hell?!

It was all Kir could do to stop himself from saying something as he heard the voice again.

Who are you?

The voice didn't answer.

Kir held his head with one hand. Was he going crazy? He felt tense all the way down to his tail...

"Kir? Are you okay?"

"Twenty-eight is a magic number..." he repeated.

"What?" Kordia's ears and tails twitched in confusion.

"It's... consistent numbers arising from fractional calculus for tendencies of orbital stabilities in atomic physics..." half the words he said had no analogue in Common, and so to her, it must have sounded like he spoke jibberish with the mix of Japanese and English needed to make that sentence.

"Stabilities..." Kordia pondered. "You mean like casting circles? But stabilities for those are only two, eight, and twenty..."