“This is humiliating,” the Demon Lord muttered.
“You burned three villages.”
“You know,” Malachar said, “I had legions. I had cosmic horror. Now I fold your laundry.”
“It’s not a curse,” Maven explained, flipping through a moldy grimoire. “It’s… a drain. You don’t hold power. You leak it. The Demon Lord’s abilities? Any magic directed at you? It just… fizzles.” L-li Hoi 2 - The Demon Lord-s Power Sucks -V1.0...
L-li blinked. “So you’re saying evil spells don’t work on me?”
“Because it’s true.”
Malachar, desperate, swung his legendary greatsword . L-li didn’t dodge. The sword phased through his shoulder like smoke. “This is humiliating,” the Demon Lord muttered
L-li became a reluctant hero. Not because he was brave, but because no one else could get within fifty feet of the Demon Lord without their spells exploding.
Ten shadow tendrils wrapped around L-li and immediately went limp, like wet spaghetti.
L-li looked out the window at the peaceful kingdom. The dragons were grounded. The necromancers’ skeletons had all collapsed. The ancient lich’s phylactery had turned into a regular, non-magical paperweight. Now I fold your laundry
“Your power sucks,” L-li agreed. Back at the castle, the celebration was awkward. The bards didn’t know what song to write. The knights looked at their magical swords and sighed.
He fired a beam of concentrated annihilation—a torrent of black fire that had melted three previous heroes into jam.
The prophecy was clear: When the Demon Lord rises again, a soul of pure will shall descend from the sky, wielding the power of the Void.
L-li tapped the candlestick against the Demon Lord’s knee. Malachar, who had never felt physical pain in 2,000 years, yelped.
“They were abandoned. Mostly. Look, this is embarrassing for both of us. Just… go away. I’ll pretend I lost.”