Lord (1)

How many years?

How many years have I been living like a demon?

I don't really know.

Marir.

That is a name that has been in my mind for a long time, I don't know if it is a human name, a beast's name, or something else.

But it was something familiar to me.

At least that is what I would like to believe.

I lived very well as a human now playing my games, watching my series, reading my books, and becoming a complete geek.

A nerd, perhaps a sucker.

I can't say, better saying I don't remember very well.

I began to know of my existence when I woke up here.

A beautiful face, straight black hair, thin, but an unbelievable sensation in my heart.

I discovered the need, my name was Regarl, I'm a medium-class demon, I'm sufficiently talented for life as a demon and I am really capable.

So, I descended to forget the previous life my life as a human (I think) and I chose to live this new life.

These little horns that come out of my head impose on me.

I can create wings and parts of my arms and legs and get a black coat if I want it too, a mixture of humans with a kind of wolf, I wondered if I'm a werewolf, but that was not the case.

I'm just a medium-class demon!!!

Of course, I didn't care about it.

I lived my life diligently.

I trained, I was strong in spells, had people or rather, reliable demons beside me.

I improved my family's situation; we were medium-class demons, but with my efforts we became high-ranked.

I became quite confident in my abilities.

I wrote my books ...

I think it has been 100 years since I lived as a demon.

Still, stop being in the 20s, maybe they take a long time to envelop.

In this world where just demons there are ...

And very peaceful, there is no war, there is no struggle for power, and there is not even a term for "Money".

I didn't even get work to recreate this shit, as we can create very infinite resources with magic, everyone can have everything they can have.

Classes exist only for those demons that can quarrel more things with skyful spells.

This puts me on a high level compared to other demons, because it is simple, I'm amazing.

So doubting all these years there were many competitions for me ...

Ignoring those who just wanted my magic, I got a beautiful wife and even a beautiful daughter.

Yesterday was her marriage celebration.

The guy whom she married was a good person.

My parents still live with a lot of energy and argue about a possible second and third wife to me.

Being sincere until my current wife is talking to me seriously to think about it.

Apparently for high-ranking Demonior, having at least 5 wives is common, this is to keep the blood of "genius" alive for several generations.

I have already seriously thought about it, but ...

All women who compete for these places just want a piece of my magic, they do not want the Demon Regarl...

And a little irony, but my current wife had no idea that I was a high-level demon until we started a serious relationship.

She became such astonished that she almost passed out the day she discovered it.

She was jumping from alleged for nearly 3 years because of that.

Being a high-level demon is to be exquisite in this world.

Tomorrow will happen a double tournament, one vying for my daughter's second hand to her possible second husband and the other to be my second wife.

My daughter's chances get married again before I am high.

In addition to going through the tournament also has to go through my wife's approval and then alienate with my sister.

These are the most difficult steps.

"Father!" A sweet voice sounded behind me.

There she was running towards me, a girl ... No, she's no longer a girl.

Half-accurate silver hair, small white horns coming out of your head, along with a thin and eluent body like your mother.

She had a complete fairy appearance.

There were two white and pure wings coming out of their backs.

"Yyviel" I calmly shook my hand "Why is it with its wings to show that way?"

She came very close to me and jumped with all her strength, hugging me.

"Hurk!" I felt as if some bones were broken.

I am a high-level demon, not a monster, I am strong in magic, but my body is very fragile.

I can't imagine my surprise when I found that my wife had a so fortified body, of course, our daughter pulled her physical strength more than my magic.

She squeezed me and rubbed her face against my chest.

"Hehe" a little laugh came out of her.

Using magic, I realized that really a bone of mine had been broken, but it was not a problem, I recovered quickly.

"Yyviel ... You're going to kill Dad ..." I said as I touched your head.

The fragrant smell that got out of her body was very good.

She was so cute that I would like to tighten and knead her...

"Hehe" she continued with that shy and cute smile.

Seriously, this girl will kill me physically and mentally, I think my head cannot stand her cuteness ...

"Yyviel, why are you with your wings to show this way?" I asked in a relaxed, but serious tone.

"Hmm ~~" she rubbed her face against my chest a few times before answering "This and the only thing I have from the father ..."

She spoke with a sad little face.

'No, even if you say that, you have my horns even though it is of different color and even if you make this face, you have already grown to look cute'

That's what I was saying to myself.

But no matter how much I try to fool myself, it was cute too much for me to endure.

"Right ~~," I said as I started squeezing her cuddly cheeks.

'No matter who was the guy who married her, he will be lucky all his life for having this cuteness by his side to the end of his life

"Hehe ~~" She looked so happy while I was affectionate to her.

"Are you two having fun?" A slightly cold voice emerged by our side.

Looking in that direction, I saw the most beautiful demon that exists.

My wife.

White hair, white eyes as if she were blind, an ice horn coming out of her head, unlike our daughter, she had a more explosive body in the term sexy.

She was looking at both of them with an envious look.

I made a guest with my hand and she came quickly next door.

Putting my hand around her waist I tightened her closer to me.

She smiled sweetly as soon as she held me on me.

But still ...

'Why were you envious of your daughter?' I genuinely asked myself.

"It's not fair!" A cute cry pierced my ears.

The beating of wings caused a small wind.

Yyviel looked at her mother with a sad look and soon after he turned her back and spoke.

"I at least I have this!" She spoke showing her wings.

When these words came out the mood seemed to freeze in place.

Well, I know more or less the reason.

Wings are rare things among demons, in fact when I was born with the ability to create for myself, my parents already believed I was a prodigy.

And especially the mana's call, it seems that a winged demon can connect much more naturally with another winged one, my daughter and I managed to connect our sister as soon as she was born, which made me cry for joy.

Of course, this also reminded me of the fight I had to connect my mana with my wife, but I didn't give up and fought until the end.

She was the first woman who I truly loved, and I would do everything to have her by my side.

She had frustrated scrutiny with Yyviel's speech.

Yuna-Ymir.

She was annoyed for a moment, but soon breathed and smiled gently.

"Well, the reason I came here was to congratulate you on your 'marriage'!" She emphasized the word wedding very strongly.

I looked at her with a worried express expression.

'Why talk like that?'

Yyviel's playful and animated expression has moved to a raw and half-pale.

'Why are you reacting like this?'

There was a victorious smile on my wife's face and a shocked look on my daughter's face.

I let out a sigh, fell on my daughter's head, and fell on her forehead.

I have things to do so and better run away from this fight ...

Well, I know the reason for this fight, but I prefer to ignore it, I don't want to have the thoughts that my daughter is in love with me ...

I turned to my wife who for a mini second had a disapproving look on her face.

"See!" She pointed to me "It's because you spoil so much that-"

I didn't let her finish her sentence, I was afraid to face that truth in my face.

I kissed her interrupting.

As soon as I let go I talked to both that I had things to do so it came out quickly, I stared at my wife's passionate look and ignored my daughter's depressed look.

The reason my daughter is like that with me and my fault, I spoiled her too much and make our mana connection when she was very young, so she clung to me in an unnatural level between family.

So leaving them back, I returned to my room, my wife today will use her precious time for our daughter, just like me who spent the whole day yesterday with her, my wife will do the same today.

She talks about me about these things, but she spoiled our daughter as much as I do.

Of course, when she discovered her unnatural feelings for me, she stopped spoiling her, but she didn't stop loving her.

I want a rest for today...

***

When I woke up, I didn't find myself in my bed, but in a chair ...

A chair? I wondered.

It looked like a throne ...

Looking around it seemed that I was in a corridor made for the Demon King itself if I was.

My curious gaze became confused, and I started to sweat coldly.

'Where I am?'

"My Lord!" One shout sounded.

Both doors were opened hard and a woman emerged.

Black hair equal to mine, black horns like mine, red eyes like mine, her hair was stuck in a ponytail, and she had a pair of glasses on her face.

Her face was ... almost identical to mine...

I looked at her with an empty expression ...

Who?

"My Lord! Our tower was finally complete!" She shouted, a face full of excitement, it seemed that the greatest joy of her life was taking place.

Tower? What is she talking about?

As soon as I was about to ask her anything, she seemed to have noticed something in my expression and quickly approached.

She hugged me by placing my face on her chest and at that moment, a gusher of memories flowed into my head.

The memories of when I was human.

When I was an ordinary guy, a lose, someone with nothing, without motivation, without capacity.

A nobody.

But that just filled me even more with questions, why am I remembering that now? What are you containing? Where am I?

"My lord must have a lot asks in your head ..." She said lowering her head.

"But right now, all you need to know ...." She smiled mysteriously and seductively.

"For you to go back to your world, you complete the tower's will"

"What?"

At that moment a large window beside it opened and I saw behind her, I saw ...

A city, unlike my demonic kingdom that I was accused to live in, was a human city like those of my ancient memories.

Buildings, towers, buildings... besides other things, but everything was very low to me.

I was at the top.

Don't tell me...

"I became a cliché villain?"