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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

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She Of Many Skills

A week after his unfortunate encounter at the docks, Kir was pretty sure he was in the clear.

He'd checked in on Enumasam about the enchanter, and so today was the day set to meet with her. According to Enumasam, she was something of a recluse who never left her home except at night.

Kir had to ask Kordia for a few silvers, because Enumasam had arranged their meeting at the woman's favorite restaurant, The Mouse's Portion, which was a little hole in the wall run by a pair of mousekin who specialized in tiny versions of food, even for their diminutive stature.

There were tiny pies and tiny sandwiches and tiny cakes. All the drinks were served in cups the size of shot glasses, and Kir could barely hold the cup of water he'd been given, using his thumb and foreclaws.