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
Zero's Fury
Rayneld didn't know how to react. Zero worked quickly with cold efficiency. Despite his rage, the young doctor remained calm and steady while working on the hideous injuries. Beelzebub was looking better as the seconds flew by. He no longer looked like a chewed up demon rag doll with his regrown limbs. All the blood that was lost was now replenished and there was not a trace of the terrible cuts on his body.
The Manta Ray demon wasn't expecting for the doctor to throw the unconscious Demon Lord to him after he was done. Rayneld blinked as Zero stood up with the most serious look anyone has ever seen. His eyes were hard and his magic aura betrayed his emotions.
"Take care of Beel, I have something to take care of and a mission to complete. Bring him to the cafeteria. He will need to eat when he wakes up. Tell him not to worry about the mission."