By Claire Chilton
He's simply failed at being evil...
Kieron Lascher inspiration his existence as a minor demon lord in Hell couldn't get any worse, but if he fails his checks and is distributed into one other realm as punishment via his mom and dad, he realizes that there are worse locations than Hell.
With lethal beasts and evil devil Claws roaming the frosty land, Kieron has to struggle to outlive. With assistance from a banished succubus, he learns that he must locate the lacking codex to realize a few power.
If he manages to take out devil Claws and examine natural evil, he could possibly open a portal and return domestic. yet first, he has to grasp being actually evil to a couple lovable little elves. That won't be tough for a demon lord, correct?
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Dresser drawers were left open with undergarments and stockings dangling over the sides. All her jewelry boxes were open. Glittering necklaces, bejeweled earrings, diamond and emerald bracelets were scattered over the top of the dresser. The room looked as though it had been ransacked by a madwoman. I didn't know what to do. Jillian had deteriorated far more than even I could have imag- ined. Then Jillian spotted me and smiled widely, a demonic smile that made her clownish appearance even more frightening and pathetic.
I looked at Martha Goodman, who closed her eyes gently and nodded before returning to her chair, and then I entered. Jillian sat at her marble-top vanity table, dressed in one of her loose-fitting ivory floats trimmed with peach lace. She looked like a circus clown. Her hair was dyed a bright yellow and stuck up in thin, stiff strands. Her face looked like cracked porcelain, her cheeks blotched with bright red rouge. Eyeliner was slashed across her lids, the line drooping at the crinkly corners of her eyes.
I remembered when I had come back to Winnerow years ago and walked down that church looking like a fashion plate, bedecked with rich jewels. Despite my fine raiment, the townspeople had looked down their noses at me. The hill people were supposed to take the back benches and those deemed worthiest of God were in the first rows. My wedding would be different. I invited a number of hill families. I invited all the children in my class. I wanted my sister Fanny to be my maid of honor. I hadn't seen Fanny much in the two years since I'd returned to Winnerow, because Fanny did not seem able to put away her jealousy and resentment of me, even though I tried, as I always had, to help her in every way I could.