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
Baal's Story
"What happened?! You look terrible!" Zero exclaimed when he saw Baal nursing a cup of tea with a pained frown on his face. The Demon Lord looked like he barely slept at all and that couldn't be too far from the truth.
Coux didn't know what the listless demon was up to last night. Everyone, including her, was wiped out and fast asleep. The secretary smelled some alcohol when she entered Baal's room earlier. It was rare for Baal to indulge in that so she didn't know what to think when he did. The half-succubus decided to be nicer to her employer today seeing how the metaphoric dark cloud looming over his head was burdening him.