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In human history, a hundred years is a lifetime, a thousand years is an era, and in a hundred thousand years, entire human societies rise and fall, ceasing to exist.

Humanity is but a tiny minority within a vast tapestry of innumerable universes, dimensions, and planets; each is home to unique civilizations and species.

The King of Faries, once merely a legend from children’s storybooks and moral tales, now looms large in myth.

Once upon a time, there was a King who possessed everything: riches, luxuries, entertainment, yet he cared for none of it because his heart was consumed by a single obsession: his own handsome face.

The entire Fairy Realm was adorned with his portraits and statues, and even the architecture bore his visage. Anything that did not mirror his image was met with disdain.

Driven by his narcissism, one fateful day a dream came to him—a vision of the grandest and most beautiful statue ever witnessed, one to rival the heavens themselves.

But as his obsession grew, the kingdom’s once vibrant streets fell silent. The people suffered under the weight of a ruler who saw only his own beauty in every monument. The colossal statue, crafted from Pure Mythril, a substance so luminous it was said to unmake a soul, shone with an intensity both mesmerizing and ominous.

…to be continued.

The King of Faries is now a Demon Lord

Rael laid in the bathtub, a sigh escaped from his mouth. A smile crawled onto his dangerously perfect face. 


Even the coldest of beauties would have had their heart melted if they saw his smile.


Lady_Fate: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH MY HEART CANT HANDLE THIS!!!!!


ShotaLover: I think I am no longer interested in shotas...


Peak_of_Feminism: Okay! I admit he does look good but he is still beneath females!


HornyBitch: Seeing him relax in his bathtub is making me less horny.


Lady_Fate: Just looking at him is ASMR.


Norse_Queen_Housewife: I want to adopt him.


Rael closed his eyes and took a sip of cold hard vodka from a bottle. Usually, he would drink wine but for some reason since he inherited his death legacy, he felt an urge to drink vodka and brandy.


A satisfied smell crept onto his face, he could feel the warmth of the pure alcohol passing through his throat.


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