The Demon Lord and his Hero (BL)

When Demon Lord, Syryn Nigh'hart, found that he had gone back in time and turned into his child self, he had assumed to do better with his second life - commit smaller crimes, keep away from burning villages and inciting other demons, contribute to society, abide by most laws, you know? But then the hero, his old friend, had to fall in love with him and ruin his plans. "Goddess, I cannot take responsibility for your champion, Rowan Windwalker, getting bent. Please don't strike me down!" _______ #This story can get sus af (adults in kids' bodies forgetting their age or more like author forgetting it T^T) and is set in a fantasy world with different morals so please suspend your modern sensibilities and bear with the bull$hit. I can't with more comments throwing shade. I already know and I regret it so staph. #Characters are damaged and carry psychological baggage.Their relationships won't all be happy and lovey dovey till they've healed mentally # After like 150 chapters - Angst and Emotional damage.Your mental health may decline as the characters' mental health decline #Trigger warning for mentions of child abuse #World building #Demon Lord (shou/uke) is a shameless FLIRT#The Hero(gong/seme) is an extremely patient man for putting up with the demon lord's nonsense #Gay and sassy #Reformed and immature demon lord (but he's nice now okay. He isn't a psycho.) # MULTIPLE POTENTIAL LOVE INTERESTS I'm begging you please dont fall for the other guy cause some readers do be crying. Second male lead syndrome is real. #Slow burn Romance #Patience is needed#The cat is NOT the ML pls don't ask about the cat ಥ‿ಥ some of you are getting the wrong idea.#If You're commenting under the chapters, avoid using these words (harem, BL, porn, sex, lmao, sh*t, b*tch) that webnovel is blocking even though my book is rated 17+ ______________________________________________ Disclaimer: Cover art belongs to the original artists. If you're the artist, please let me know so I can credit/take down the image.

winterblossom · LGBT+
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385 Chs


Syryn's clothing was too small for Seth, and Altaire's was too large. In the end, he settled for wearing the senior alchemist's night robe. 

Now comfortably seated, he turned to Syryn and regarded him till the silence became suffocating.

"You bear the mark of Eos and Moira. Let them help you, Syryn. You'll need power from every deity that's willing to come to your aid."

The mage recalled the burning sensation he had felt on his arm. Was that Moira?

"None of this is going to make any sense till I remember everything," Syryn replied. "Do you know who it is that's been talking to me?"

"Yeah, I know that bitch and a few others who have been sent to muddle your senses and kill you. She's the reason the voice in your head is gone."

"Who-" Syryn felt a warm drop of blood flow down his nose. A bout of dizziness hit him but when Seth snapped his fingers, the world righted itself.