"I summon thee, from an abyss, a Dark Lord!"
A demon appeared.
It had answered the call of a desperate man: long hair, a pair of horns curling around its head and rising above its ears as horns of a sheep, and a handsome, humanoid face. Its skin was burned red across its entire body, its features cunning yet strangely persuasive and appealing.
It wore nothing more than a ragged shirt and shorts.
"What the fuck, man?" the devil said. "I'm in fucking LoL ranked, dude."
"Oh. Sorry," the man replied, suddenly worried.
"Aight, aight. What do you want?" The devil sighed, rubbing the back of its head.
"No, no. What rank?"
"Gold-"
"PFT-" The man immediately covered his mouth, trying to hold back his laughter.
"Ah, sorry."
The devil froze.
Its head slowly pulled backward, irritation and disgust spreading across its face. It pointed at the man, staring at him as if silently asking the same question.
The man proudly puffed out his chest. "Me? I'm a Challenger."
The devil's expression somehow became even more disgusted. Its brow furrowed, its eyes narrowing.
"What's your rank in Valo?"
"Ascendant."
"My ass," the devil muttered.
The man stared at it.
The devil stared back.
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The devil's head twitched. "Okay, dude. What the fuck do you want?"
"I want to sleep peacefully for thirty days," the man answered firmly.
"Lemme guess. Black company?"
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"Impossible." The devil stopped him with one raised hand.
"My ass," the man muttered.
The devil's eye twitched. "Okay, listen here, you little-" The devil take a deep breath. "So?"
"I just want to sleep peacefully for thirty days. And my name is Kevin." Kevin gave him a bright smile.
"You can just resign and sleep for thirty days peacefully," the devil said with a shrug.
"I can't. The thing is, I have insomnia. I already checked, but I don't have a solution yet, Mr. ..."
"[Unpresentable Name]. Humans just call me Morg." Morg sighed into the air.
Kevin suddenly jumped happily. "I knew it!"
Morg stared at him in complete disgust as Kevin bounced around like a child.
Kevin continued, "So, there's a rumor about a demon who's super nice to humans and accepts every single wish with an appropriate soul exchange."
Kevin leaned closer, his eyes practically sparkling. The shiny light from his eyes reflected directly onto Morg's face.
Morg immediately shoved Kevin back by the forehead.
"Is that all?" Morg pulled a pair of glasses from thin air.
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Supernice Demon (One Shot)
General FictionA story with no deep lore or complicated plot. just a short, blissful comedy about a demon who is incredibly nice to a man, gives him everything he wants, and is genuinely concerned about him.
