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1.14% (BL) I teleported again and now all demons want me! / Chapter 2: You can curse me, I don't care

Chapter 2: You can curse me, I don't care

The next day, Eric went back to his office after having weird nightmares, his eyes literally almost popped out. What was this? Was Eric dreaming again? This old editor couldn't take such jokes anymore. Although Eric was only 25.

Eric knew he wasn't well-liked by his authors but this just seemed to top it all. Yesterday evening's theatre with the wannabe author resurfaced. Eric was well into a good story but the wannabe author claiming to be the son of the Demon Lord was just absurd.

Bad story. Next! What a chunni guy. Eric wanted to have nothing to do with him. Although Eric was cursed, he felt better after watching how two bodyguards had to literally drag out that trash author.

Ah yes, seeing how the authors suffered was the best. If he was a character in a novel, that would be his character setting. Well, it probably wouldn't do well, seeing what a scum he was.

"What the hell is this?" Eric grabbed his assistant who came here to greet him.

"Well that boss, sorry you have to see this. We'll instantly get rid of them!" the assistant hurried away and pulled out her phone.

Countless voodoo dolls were pinned everywhere and they all had his name on them.

"I mean I'm long used to it but this is on another level," Eric applauded the authors who scurried around the office and sent him glares. The few authors Eric acknowledged all lived in the building and had to come to the office to work like a normal office worker.

Eric was impressed. Usually, he saw 3 or 4 voodoo dolls every day but right now there were at least 100 of them. Eric shrugged it off and walked to his office.

As long as his office was unharmed it was fine

"But man these authors are going wild, just because I abused and milked them a bit too much, they're trying to curse me," Eric sighed as the door opened.

"Boss you have a photoshoot scheduled for this afternoon," his assistant appeared again.

"Ah, that's right I'm too popular," Eric ran his hand through his shiny black hair.

This narcissistic ass! His assistant secretly rolled her eyes.

"Cancel it."

"What?" his assistant's eyes rolled out.

"You heard me. Cancel it. Can't be bothered,'' Eric waved his hot assistant away who was more than confused.

This narcissistic piece of shit! The assistant cursed and left. Eric was so handsome, all the companies wanted him as their face. One photoshoot after another was thrown at him, acting jobs, CFs and many more.

If Eric felt like it he accepted them. If not, he just used an excuse with his multi-million face and said something along the lines of 'Being an editor is hard. I have to take care of my precious, hard-working authors!'

Every time said authors heard him bullshit, they spit out the fingernails they chewed on and swallowed, wanting to rip his skin open and tear out that scummy two-faced's blood running through his veins.

But they couldn't. They were legally bound to him because of a few papers. Damn devil contract! Go and make out with the devil you bloodied piece of asswipe!

The computer showed 40 new messages which meant 40 new drafts for Eric to go through. Did this mean Eric had 40 authors under his belt? No.

Did this mean there weren't other editors? No. Eric's company had many editors on the other floors.

So where did these 40 drafts come from? Simple.

Eric opened them and saw the all-familiar 30 drafts titled 'Death of Editor Eric- Revised version 98'

'Cursing a certain editor named Eric- Revised version 666'

'Scum Eric- Draft 1'

'Scum Eric- Draft 2'

'Die Eric- Resubmitted draft because last one got rejected.'

Eric wasn't in the least bit angry about these. On the contrary, he was more than thrilled to receive them. Why?

Because Eric was the lowest of the lowest scum in hell. Reading these drafts, Eric bathed in all the suffering of his authors put into words.

It was the best feeling for Eric, something that even excelled skin to skin contact. Eric was an S, or was he an M? He enjoyed his authors hating him and enjoyed making them hate him.

When Eric was born, he must have been dropped a bit too many times on the head, more like 10001 times yet Eric still genuinely read those drafts and even sent back feedback and notes on how to improve.

Eric was hardcore. Not even the most hard-boiled and manly men could be this hard-boiled. Not even those that have been shot 47 times, while protecting a harem of females and magically survived, could be this hardcore. All the other men should feel emasculated by Eric.

This was right. Eric was the true apex predator in the food chain. Screw those alpha males who single-handedly overturned worlds. This wasn't their story.

When Eric looked up from his computer, it was already night again.

"Are you there?" Eric spoke into his phone but his assistant had long gone home. He stood up to pee. The moment he walked out of his office, the eye-blinding sight of the voodoo dolls hit him hard.

"They still didn't take these down?" Eric scoffed. A while later, he came back from the toilet and somehow had to rub his eyes.

The empty office in front of him was filled with these ominous dolls but Eric swore they suddenly doubled in size!

Throwing off the weird feeling these creepy eyes gave him, Eric walked into this office. Only one glance and the top apex predator Eric was, was immediately emasculated.

The unbelievably godly charming male sitting on Eric's chair was literally carved out of gold and diamonds. His body was the perfect golden ratio.

Eric was straight but his eyes feasted on the enticing male in front of him a bit before BANG. Eric closed the door.


Chapter 3: The Demon Lord belongs to the ground

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Eric's heartbeat exploded as the door behind him opened. Eric just wanted to pee, finish his work and come back. Who knew such a godly male would await him? Did his assistant call a hooker for Eric?

Did Eric, in his work craze, call him himself? Where the hell did this guy appear from?

"I'm the Demon Lord."

Literally from hell! Ok, ok, handsome Demon Lord, I get it! I get it! No need to say more!

"Is that so?" Eric calmed down and then with an angelic smile turned to the true alpha male who narrowed his enchanting phoenix eyes. They were as sharp as eagles, as deep as the ocean and as dark as an abyss.

The black hair of the self-proclaimed Demon Lord perfectly framed his carved out of marble face and showed his broad shoulders. Eric let his view wander down- and long legs and muscular arms.

The Demon Lord wore a purple robe that hugged his body at the right parts.

"You catch on quick, mortal," his voice was deep and serene and could make any woman instantly wet.

Good thing Eric was a male and his thing wouldn't stand up so easily, especially not for a male. Haha.

"Thank you," Eric's smile was captivating and charming yet inside Eric scoffed. This madman actor was really into his demon lord role, huh? Is that what they call method acting? Damn handsome lunatic.

"What brings the Demon Lord here?" Eric decided to apply along. If this male was the Demon Lord then Eric was an angel. A demon and an angel- devilishly enticing and beautifully addicting- both the themes clashed yet the truth was that the deceiving angel was also a demon -insanely dangerous yet even more so tempting.

"Nol has complained about your attitude. As a punishment I will take you," the Demon Lord slowly approached Eric, his eyes never letting him off. The Demon Lord's long and slender fingers glided over the table and would probably feel extremely soft caressing someone.

But Eric had no time for such thoughts. Instead, his mind flickered back to that wannabe author, cursing him. Alright, it was the clown's doing. He hired this actor as a payback. Ok, Eric understood.

"I see, my apologies," Eric's smile grew wider. There was only one option on how to deal with this crazy lunatic in this situation and it was to-

RUN! Run the hell away! Who the fuck in his right mind would carry on with this shitty play?

Not even the golden strawberry would want to award this as the worst scene out of all times! Why?

Because it was lower and worse than the worst! Absolutely true trash right here!

Like the wind, Eric bolted out of the room and relentlessly tapped the lift's button, leaving the perplexed Demon Lord behind.

Bing.

Sweat ran down Eric's forehead as finally, the door opened. Eric wasn't sporty. He looked like he had a well-exercised body but the truth was Eric didn't do the slightest bit of sports. It was all genes!

With his last bit of strength, Eric pressed the UG button. Even if the Demon Lord saw him going down, by the time the lift came back up and the Demon Lord arrived, Eric was long gone. Of course, the Demon Lord could use the stairs, but who in his right mind would?

Confident, Eric watched himself in the mirror and straightened his shirt and messy hair. He breathed a sigh of relief as he finally set foot into the underground garage.

Relaxed, Eric looked around and found his Porsche. The matt black one was sitting like charcoal in this white marbled parking space. Luckily, Eric always kept his car key in his pocket for emergencies.

He always had to escape paparazzi, agencies wanting to scout him or fangirls. Thus he always prepared for situations like this. Eric was just on his way to find his car when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

"How?" Eric froze on the spot.

"Indeed. There's no way, a puny mortal like you can escape me," this deep and sultry voice... How in the world was the Demon Lord able to catch up to Eric so quickly?

"Now, let's not waste time. Come here," the footsteps got closer.

"Hell no!" Eric shouted and once again his feet carried him away. It couldn't be. It really couldn't be that he was cursed! What in the world did he do to deserve such a fate?

Was it when he threw his authors into a lake to see if they could make it out and then write about their experience, or because he enjoyed their despair and dared newbies to walk to the next country and some were really stupid to fall for it, or because he once, just once, farted on someone's face?

As Eric ran for his life, his life literally flashed before his eyes yet for some reason, they were all quite nasty incidents. Hey, where were the cool and nice moments of his? Wait, there weren't any!

In his nervous and anxious run, almost falling here and there, Eric managed to find his car. He pressed his key and his car opened with a beep. Eric quickly jumped in seeing the handsome deathbringer approaching.

With his trembling fingers, Eric put the key in and started the car. He rolled down the window and said, "Scram now, Demon Lord!"

Yet the handsome male only approached Eric's car, "Well don't blame me!"

Eric put his sunglasses on and stepped on the gas.

WOOSH! The car sped out of the parking space and BAM BOOM drove over the Demon Lord.

"Later loser!" Eric waved out of the window. Yep, Eric really drove over the Demon Lord.

Angered that he was plastered to the ground, the Demon Lord staggered back to his feet. Eric almost coughed blood. What the fuck?

From the rear mirror, he saw the uninjured Demon Lord.

Fuck.

Was Eric's only word as the Demon Lord snapped his finger and Eric disappeared from the driver seat. His expensive Porsche crashed against a wall.


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