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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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The More Things Change, The More Things Stay The Same

Tarik

June 15, 8:08 pm, Paris, France

"I swear, I didn't choose this place."

Tarik wanted to believe Elodie. He wanted to trust her; if not for his own sake, for Gadiel's.

But the fact that he was back here of all places was making him think that she was purposefully trying to torture him.

A little while ago, atop the roof of the Notre-Dame, Tarik had sighed.

"Fine," he relented. "I'll protect you from the French government. It's not like I have a choice now."

He gazed up at the sky, the clouds tainted purple under the blazing orange sky as the sun set. Even up here, the dirty scent of cigarettes and urine permeated the air.

Yet, somehow, all of this relaxed him.

He had missed this place. Just a little. It had been his escape from Nice, after all.

Once he had calmed himself down, he stood up once more, and looked back down at Elodie.

"So," he started, "what did you dream about?"