(BL) I teleported again and now all demons want me!

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.