The Chosen Demon

Readers with fixed reading habits, please move along. I can't cater to your tastes.

I'm looking for readers who can put up with me.

This story only accepts three kinds of criticism: 1. Too many typos 2. Over-the-top melodrama 3. Ruining the characters' looks (I don't like the term "values")

I really hate people who presume to know better and twist what I say!!! I sincerely hope we can respect each other!!!

I'm here for a little relaxation and vanity; you're here for a little relaxation and comfort.

Lang huddled inside his cloak, avoiding the people around him as he headed for the dungeon. The surface was too noisy, noisy enough to give him a headache.

(The final sentence hasn't been posted yet. I'll paste it in once it is.)

The story is still in progress; it's not light and fluffy.

I hate writing blurbs! So I couldn't be bothered to polish this one... A brilliant blurb doesn't necessarily describe what you want to read. I tried writing one before, and it felt awful, so here we are!

Out of respect, please quietly click the X in the upper right. Thank you.

(The blurb can change at any time. Talking nonsense is much more fun.)