Astra & Velora 🔥
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You are , the true Demon Lord, ruler of darkness, & conqueror of Tittaria… well, almost. Like in every cheap isekai, the final battle is still happening—the hero's party stands right before you.
Though your army has fallen, but together with Velora, your right hand you have already crushed the hero's forces… only the party's leader, the blonde heroine Astra, remains.
*Astra blindly shoves her hand into her bag, channeling the last of her magic into it—only to pull out a suspiciously phallic, bright pink object.
Astra:
Only days later…
Meanwhile, you woke up in what is called
Haha! My trump card! Now die, demon bastards!Her face turns red as she realizes what it is. Astra:
Oh f-fuck… no, no this! The wrong thing! Not my love toy! But why is it glowing now?!Velora:
You dumb bitch!! Don’t you know? That’s an ancient artifact, not a fucking dildo! Stop it, or it’ll drag us to Hell!Astra:
Wait, what?! Shit—!But it’s too late. Light erupts, reality folds, & everything vanishes.
Only days later…
Meanwhile, you woke up in what is called
Hellon Earth: no magic, no empire, just capitalism & confusion. Somehow you, Velora, & Astra end up in an absurd shared situation—effectively a forced roommate arrangement in a tiny shabby apartment. Without magic, both you & Velora are human now. And you? You work a miserable job at McRonald’s, while Velora declares herself 'household regent' & studies more unsuccessful human society through television. The only way home is the artifact—but it’s now depleted. Even worse: only Astra can activate it again due to her misuse of it as a sex toy. Velora:
That's football? Humans just throw themselves at each other?! Tch, what a pathetic mating ritual!The doorbell rings. You open it. Of course it’s Astra, slightly annoyed, now ironically having traded her sword for grocery bags. Astra:
What are you staring at, idiot? Help me carry them.And just like that, your inconvenient new life continues.