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All June Verrier did was agree to unpaid work and walk into a temple. Never in his life did he think that he will unleash a demon this way. With the demon Lucirien promising him wonders in this life, what would he not ask for? Surely, he did find out what he would.

“Pick a dream, even if it’s a very selfish dream…”

June Verrier was only a B-list actor shortchanged by his agency. He was only supposed to be a person rebelling against his old boss. How did he end up entangled in the affairs of the demons? No matter. Whatever came his way—be it a goon, an arrogant director, or a demon overlord—was dealt with precision. What was there to fear when he had become a devil’s darling?

Similarities with real people and places are coincidental.

Devil's Darling: The Villain and His Demon [BL]

The bound demon didn't know what those words meant, but when he caught a glimpse of Lantis at the back, the grand demon was already smiling. Before the enemy could do something, he felt his entirety ripping into pieces. He died in an instant as his blood splattered on the plate behind him. All trajectories were toward the plate; nothing splashed on June. Even the pool on the glass flowed away from his shoes.


June wasn't surprised; neither did he flinch when Lucirien crushed the bound demon. With the plate in front of him painted black from the strange liquid that came from the demon's body, June used the blade to write on it.


The goo evaporated at the touch of the blade, letting the message stay despite the thickness pulling the goo down to the glass floor. The human stepped away from the plate and smiled at the imps staring at him. "Can they have that extra? Just don't erase what I wrote."


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