Shaele

"So, that's how this all ends, what a waste..." 

When the Demon Lord Aziel Vor'thega was banished by his own brothers' and sisters' betrayal, he thought that everything was lost. 

Colluding with those worms, those despicable humans and their Holy Guardians, Aziel and his blood brother Cahal the Demon God found themselves in a hopeless, situation!

He wasn't ready to give up, and let those wretched traitors, those mongrels have the last laugh! His anger, his rage didn't allow his immortal soul to rest, but instead something unexpected happened!

Tearing a rift in space, he was sucked into the void. 

Reduced back to a single soul shard, the core of his eternal existence, he found himself in a strange new world... and with that, a new start.

A chance to climb back, and enact his vengeance upon those betrayers!

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The Strongest Demon Lord in the Modern World

A guard stepped forward and presented a business card to the young man.


The card itself was matte black, with no design, nor any text on it whatsoever. Instead of a name, and the business occupation that one would expect on such an item, there was only a phone number etched in golden ink at its center. A single phone number.


"Lord Kawaso would very much appreciate it if you would call this number once you are done with your… 'business', Young Man." The guard uttered coldly with a frown adorning his face.


As soon as he said that, he stepped away, not waiting for a response of any kind, but returned to his stoic, statuesque post, looking away and ignoring the presence of the two.


Taking a look at the card, Aziel pocketed it into his suit's inner breast pocket and nodded with a light smile towards the car before turning around and walking away with Mr. Crag.


Chapter 87 - The Marshals