Chapter 4: I was scammed!

Some 50 years later…..

“Damn, damn and… oh yeah, damn you Loki!” was the first things that left my lips, as I once again gazed back at my reflection on the mirror on the wall.  

That was my morning routine. Every time I woke up I would go stand in front of the mirror, gaze at my face and curse the trickster god for tricking me.

I was currently in the room of my new home. Well, to call it a home would be the overstatement of the century! I was in the depths of a foul smelling dungeon. My current appearance was that of a Demon, but better explain how I looked as not all demons look the same in this world.

I still maintained my previous height at 1.90 m. I was not fat, but neither could I be considered skinny.

I suppose that the best way to describe my body would be to say that I looked slender, but with a bit of muscles, that were quite prominent on my sleeveless long black robe.

I had long silver hair, that fell loose and covered the left of my eyes.

My once brown eyes were now the color of bloody red, and my ears were pointy, like almost those of an elf’s.

My skin tone had completely changed, the tanned bronze color that I had gained after endless fights with delinquents under the scorching sun, was long gone, only to be replaced by an eerily pale white.

All and all, I looked pretty human, mostly like a walking corpse if not for my glowing red eyes and the 2 horns that were currently sitting above my forehead.

These horns that were mostly black in color, had a silver gloss on them, a color that I later found out signified my high position in the demonic hierarchy.

Yes, Loki was telling the truth when he said that I would get the body of someone who is well respected by the people of his race, a nobility of some sort, and that I wouldn’t have to bother with lodging.

But a room in a freaking dungeon? A demon with an appearance like that and to boost a Demon General? That’s not what I had in mind at all!!!

Even my former appearance that was enough for people to consider me like an evil delinquent was nothing compared to this. This sort of appearance even me looking back at it would consider the one having this face as a threat towards humanity.

And don’t even get me started on the girlfriend thing! I was considered one of the most eligible bachelors in the Demon World, since according to all the female demonic population I had a good job, my own home, many subordinates (minions) and I was ranked no 2 in the demons race rankings, only second to the Demon King! Furthermore, according to the female demonic population I was considered handsome and quite a catch as their criteria for a good husband was the scarier he is the merrier.  

Needless to say, hordes and hordes of females of the demonic race came after me to mate me!

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But not just any female only the crème de la crème came after me, aka the most powerful scary, and ugly of them.

Among many others, Medusa came (she’s currently decorating as a statue the grand hall I’m supposed to stay guard), the Queen of sirens came (I had to send my subordinates to get new porcelain plates and glassware, since she broke them all, after I told her I was not interested), Lamia came (I had to throw a dissolving pill into the river that surpassed the dungeon and promise to marry her when she retrieved it, in order to get rid of her), Baba Yaba (that old fart who was thousands of years old with wrinkles all over her face still gives me nightmares).

Every day was a battle to preserve my chastity! These women were after my most precious treasure, my virginity and let me tell you that they didn’t easily take no for an answer! Luckily, with my wits (as well as by force), I had managed to avoid all of their advances. Although … I still have the door to my bedroom barricaded, cause you never know what can happen right?

Yet, all of my actions and interactions with the above famous “ladies” and pillars of the demonic world, only caused more rumors to sprout about me. Such as that only the strongest one would be able to become my wife, or that me and Demon King were ….ehem, into each other.

I still don’t know what or who gave rouse to this rumor, since me and the Demon King only met for a few brief times during these last 50 years, which by me is totally fine since any further interaction with him might be able to make him realize that I was actually not the Demon General he used to know.

I was miserable beyond belief when I first arrived in this body. Not only did I still maintain the title of Bloody Dragon, as that title was most frequently used when addressing me,  there were also all those women as well as men (some of them which were lured by my yaoi reputation and some that simply wanted to take my position as General) that I had to constantly watch both my front and my back all the time (my ass was on the line here!).

It was obvious that this Demon General was quite popular with the demonic population. Although, the yaoi rumor concerning me and the Demon King only started after I came to this world and changed my subordinates which is kind of strange….

“I was totally scammed by that fake blonde who was in fact a geezer. Seriously, what was wrong with every male in the purgatory! Were they all crossdressers? I guess I should have known when dealing with the blonde that something wasn’t right. No blonde is so smart! While I was busy checking her “goods” (booty, breasts and face in the correct order if I may so!) she was busy weaving her intricate web of lies, truly a femme fatale and if I will ever come across her or better say HIM again I will make sure to take his crown jewels with me so that he will truly become a “she”.” I muttered to myself while looking back at my reflection.