Azran the Magic King of Darkness

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Markal POV

Ugh. I wake up in a comfortable bed. What the Hell. Wait, My hands fly down towards my little boy.

Ah. It's still there. Wait, why wouldn't it be there. Hmm. The last thing I remember is taking Minerva to the bedroom, but after that. . . . nothing. What happened?

I remember before that I was f*cking with Azran's life. . .Hmm. When I thought of Azran I had this sudden desire to rip out his soul and stuff it up his *sshole. Weird.

Oh, good the doctor is here.Wait. Why is a Doctor here?

Oh. He said something about permanent memory loss due to mental trauma. Strange. I'm the Devil. Why would I be traumatized by anything. It is unthinkable that anything could traumatize me.

Oh. It's Minerva. . . . . Beautiful, she is so gorgeous. How could I ever have thought of any other female. She is perfect. My own personal goddess.

Hmm. That seems different from how I usually think. But this way is probably better so I should go along with it. I wouldn't want to upset my Goddess.

Yes. That is correct. I must only serve my Goddess. That is my only purpose in existing.

Although I think I will play a little trick on Azran, for some reason I think I hate him right now. Yes. That is a good plan.

Azran POV

I. Am. A. F*cking. God-Eater. SO WHY THE F*CKING G*D D*MNED HELL, DO I HAVE TO DO ALL THIS F*CKING PAPERWORK. I'M NOTHING LIKE THE LAZY PIECE OF SH*T, WHO WRITES THIS F*CKING CRAP. I AM A F*CKING KING!!! (Yeah, Well Screw You Azran. If people didn't like you so much, I'd give Minerva a shot at you.)

AAAUUUGGGHHH!! It has to be because of all this f*cking stress, that my anger management, (or what passes for it) is so bad. It's been about seven months since I defeated Lana. Both Navaris and Sirenia, are within a couple of days of giving birth, and my stress levels are off the charts. Everyone is giving me a lot of room, because I'm liable to snap and rip off the heads of anyone who talks to me.

I swear, if one more thing pops up I am going to go on a rampage and slaughter a nation or something. This is unbearable, I am the King so why the f*ck do I have to do so much freaking paperwork. I should just be able to sit there and look cool, or go off and slaughter my enemies. I should have my subordinates do that sh*t, so how do I manage to get stuck with it?

Come to think of it, Markal really hasn't been that p*ssed at me. I thought that sending a whole bunch of naked girls to his bed would have p*ssed off his wife. It's weird. He must be planning something in secret, I'll have to be careful. But if it has anything to do with my kids birth, I will f*ck him up so badly that he'll never recover.

Because there is no way, I'm going to let their birth get messed up. If something happens to them then I'll be stuck as the king forever, so they have to hurry and grow up so they can become the rulers. . . . . .Not to mention that Navaris would tear me into a lot of really tiny pieces and fling those pieces to opposite ends of the universe, if I allowed anything to happen to them.

I've had to rely on an age old treatment to get rid of my stress lately. Ah, good old torture. Trust me, it does wonders for your blood pressure. There is just nothing like taking out all of your anger on some not so innocent people. The pleasure and happiness you feel at inflicting pain upon someone else really is the best.

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Come to think of it, it's about time I prepare the gift for my soon to be born kids. I don't want them to be betrayed by someone, so I have had the elves and some demons rounding up any tribes or people who were rebelling against my rule and any human enemies they came across.

If My children were going to be Gods then they needed their worshippers, and if they were going to be leaders then they needed loyal followers. So I was getting ready to do a massive brainwashing and bloodbinding, to turn them into fanatic worshippers of myself and my family. I mean really, if I have to create a group of loyal followers for my children, then I should make them as be like those religious fanatics who will kill themselves, because they think that their God would want it.

Yep. If you're going to create a cult of bloodthirsty maniacs as babysitters for your kids, then you should go all the way.

'Hey Hasan. How long till all of the prisoners are confined in the room.'

'It should only be another couple of hours, My lord'

'Allright. Keep up the good work.'

Hmm. Since it seems I have some free time, I should get some rest. Maybe with Akane, and Lana? Yeah, that would be good.

I teleport back to my house and open the door. Only to find George standing there smiling.

"Welcome home, brother dear"

I slam the door. WHAT THE F*CKING HELL?! I have to be seeing things. SH*T! Did was the booze I had earlier drugged with some halucinatory agent? AH. I'm probably just seeing things. I should probably get some sleep by myself. That's right, it was all just an illusion.

I sigh in relief and open the door again. Only to find George tilting his head and smiling.

...........H-H-Hey. What the f*ck is this? Why am I feeling this horrible fear and bloodlust?

I'm a F*CKING GOD-EATER. I shouldn't feel fear.

"What's wrong brother dearest?"

WHAT THE F*CKING HELL IS WITH THE BROTHER DEAREST!!.........Wait. This way of talking reminds me of someone ...................Minerva........OH, F*CK!

I slam the door and turn to run, but George's arm ripps through the door and circles around my neck.

"Come on dear brother. I believe I have heard something about you having a total of four wives now. Let's discuss this in peace."

And with that George dragged me screaming through the door and into my room.

MARKAL!!!!! YOU F*CKING BASTARD!!!! How dare you set me up like this! I will F*cking destroy you!!!

(former) King Cyril Percy Willams Jr. III POV

(Remember him, the wannabe king)

It's cold. So cold.

There is nothing here. I can't take it.

No one is coming to talk to me. What did I do wrong?

Why did they Abandon ME?!!

No! They would never abandon me!

I understand now. This is a test. They are testing my loyalty and love.

Yes. That explains everything. I will prove my DEVOTION!

I WILL NOT BREAK!! I will endure this torture and loneliness and come out stronger!

Just wait Markal and Minerva! I will return to you stronger than ever!

(Poor Markal and Minerva. You really can't break this guy.)

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