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She followed closely, it was a dead-end, and the thief looked left and right a little hastily. "Don't run, return the things to others, and you can still be sentenced..." Chloe bent over, "Fortunately, this dead-end has blocked the thief, otherwise it will be paid. She has to run for a while. She really doesn't want to have a super marathon on such a mourning day." Suddenly a ray of cold light appeared in the darkness, and the thief suddenly changed his complexion and revealed a fierce light. He opened the dagger in his hand and said, "bithch!! Fuck your mother hell!"

There had been worse rulers. And really, how would I do that? Imagine a half-demon in his true form appearing in front of the palace, scratching the back of his head with his tail, and yelling, “Hey, King, come out and fight me! Oh, and you’d better take your relatives with you!” And Rudolph would run out of the gates, his family in tow, trying to ram me with Abigail’s head, followed by Andre wielding Ruthina in the same way. I would cast hexes on all of them, while we are at it, and sit on the empty throne. People would applaud me, “Hurrah to the demons!" half-demons, excuse me, and the servitors and thralls of the Bright Saint would look upon all that and weep tears of emotion. What if I r

The Hyenas, the mountain Elves, the gnomes, and even humans who have had encounters with demons were there all dressed up. The sun was up as usual and it was even as if nothing has happened. A few months back he had fought with the demon King and erased him from existence. After his defeat, the demons asked for him to assume his throne. He however refused. "I appreciate your willingness to make me your ruler but," he sighed. "I can't." "What?" "Why?" "This isn't right!" They murmured but then he cleared his throat to calm them.

I had carefully maintained my body while I was in the crescent pack house, that was my number one mission, to come back and destroy Ava in my own body. How callous can a father be? I chuckled. My demon would not let me act as a father. This was who I am. A blood sucking venomous demon and indeed it was hard for me to change my ways. I would never be able to change my ways. This was me. This was who I am. I am Clark Forest, the demon king. Feared among the supernatural and the humans. Now that I have my body back, it was time to destroy Ava Nicholas and all her household and everything she loves. I burst into an evil laughter.

His face turns red and hot steam comes out from his body. "Why do I have to do everything on my own?" He releases a sigh of irritation. "Don't worry I will make sure that I will enjoy killing each one of you puny creatures," he furiously said. The Demon King spread his arms and large energy crawls all over his arms like an electric current and forms into a dark orb. It is the same spherical energy as Aria but it is darker and stronger.

High above, silhouetted against the winter moon, was a figure draped in obsidian armor, riding a creature made of living smoke and fire. ​Kael’s face went pale. "Father." ​The Demon King had arrived. And he hadn't come for a parley.

There was a human-looking one that reeked of magic, another who looked like The Mormo’s and he smelled of human blood. But the most intriguing was the last one. He was big and broad. He has a war form similar to some gods, and big horns that stood upward proudly. He took a big breath and shuddered. That creature’s blood was divine. He is of the god’s blood, but it was one he wasn’t familiar with. “Who is that mortal with dark silver war form?” He asked his servant without taking his eyes off that magnificent creature. “He is the demon king, my lord. He is the grandchild of the Christian God.”

Dean banged his spear against the floor and managed to close the portal. "My friend!" Yama chuckled, his voice loud enough to down the sound of buzzing. I gawked at him as he was in one of his crazy suits which were too blinding for my eyes. He was the only demon who inherited the throne without having to fight for it. The longest-running Demon King. Most of them admired him for that quality and feared him at the same time. Then again he looked like the kind of person who cannot even hurt a fly. With his tall slender body, gangly arms and brown chocolate eyes he looked like the boy next door.

King Satan was carving his name into a demon woman, who cried out in pain. I was on my hands and knees and started moving to the music. My ass was in the air and I swirled around sexually. Then I slowly moved up, flicking my blonde hair around. All demons had black hair, and my blonde hair was a feature that everybody loved. They would kill for it. Slowly, I crawled closer to king Asmodeus. Niran eyed me, and then turned around in the King's lap, whispering something in his ear. He nodded and she went down in between his knees. He looked at her like he was bored, but he didn't stop her when she zipped open his trousers and took his dick out of his pants. He looked away from her and drank the

I whispered, then pressed my right hand on her back. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, immediately I breathed out I felt my energy flow from my own body to hers. One thing a demon king was capable of doing was to share his energy and his life force with whomever they chose upon skin contact. That person not only stayed longer (a thousand years), they shared some of the abilities he had. The only disadvantage was, the demon king was supposed to be stable and in good condition. If not, he was bound to die faster because of the speed-up process. I wasn't in a good condition because I wasn't granted the power of the blessed maiden but in order for her plan to succeed, she needed more p