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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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A Shift In Perspective Is Sometimes All We Need To Move Forward

Tarik

June 15, 5:01 pm, Paris, France

He was here again.

A shadow passed over the light under the door. Tarik blinked, confused.

"Mom?" he called out uncertainly.

He had been here before. He knew what he was about to see.

But his mom wasn't supposed to be home yet. She said she was going out for a little, and that he should play outside. Which was dumb, because Tarik was sixteen now. He didn't "play."

Nevertheless, he took the opportunity to get out of the house. It wasn't every day that his mother simply let him do what he wanted.

Maybe that should have warned him of what was about to happen.

He took a step closer to the door, the wooden floorboards creaking. The house was old, and not very well kept. That said, the old man next door always said that this house would outlive both him and his mother.

Why was he thinking about this now?