The obsidian throne of the Ninth Hell didn’t creak; it groaned under the weight of Lord Malphas, the Asura of Eternal Night. Six wings of shadow unfurled behind him, and his eyes burned like dying stars.
Malphas blinked. His vision was lower. Much lower. He looked at his hands. They weren't claws. They were small, pudgy, and dimpled. "What... what is this treachery?"
"The ritual is complete," Malphas roared, his voice rattling the ribs of every skeleton in the valley. "With the Heart of the Primordial, I shall transcend this demonic form and become a god!" Demon Asura Becomes a 5 Year Old Loli Episode 1
He meant for it to be a world-shaking boom. Instead, a high-pitched, adorable squeak echoed off the walls. He sounded like a bag of kittens being stepped on. "Lord Malphas?"
"She’s even trying to talk like him!" the Paladin cooed, stepping forward and reaching out a hand. "Don't worry, little one. The scary monsters won't hurt you anymore. You're safe now." Malphas looked at Varok. Varok looked at the Paladins. The obsidian throne of the Ninth Hell didn’t
Then, with the calculated precision of a thousand-year-old tyrant, he let his eyes go wide and watery. He tucked his hands behind his back and let out a soft, pathetic sniffle. "U-um... help?"
The Paladins practically melted. And so began the reign of the most dangerous toddler the world had ever known. His vision was lower
Malphas felt a vein throb in his tiny forehead. "I am Malphas! I will flay your skin and—"