In an rundown shop where partly rolled up carpets just lay strown about on the floors, as if some child threw them wildly about, two demons, one tiny with a defiant look in his eyes, and the other one a thin giant with a pair of glasses, stand in the middle of the chaos.
"No, I don't want to to take over this shitty shop, I am going to join the demon army and become a demon king!"
Screamed the little imp at his father for the hundredth time this day.
"Don't you dare run away from this, you little shit. Who else will run this shop when I kick the bucket?"
Said the demon in an exhausted tone.
"Once I become demon king that won't matter anymore, old man."
"Oh yes, the little imp that just a few years ago pissed his strawbed is definitley the prime candidate for the throne."
He said, having forgotten how the last time the little imp pissed his bed was only a few months ago.
"..."
"Come on my little imp, you know the stories of the overworld, don't you remember how you couldn't sleep for days because you read the story about what they do to our kind up there? These people are barbarians! Most of them don't even worship us demons!"
"I will just kill them first before thy can do anything to me!"
"Brat, just because your potential is above average doesn't mean you can fight these people. What will you do when you meet a hero? Hell you wouldn't survive a common priest."
"I will-
"You will do nothing. You will take over our perstigious carpet shop-
"For the last time old man, selling ONE shitty carpet 30 years ago to a lowrank demon noble doesn't make your run-down shop prestigious."
It was a nice looking carpet, to be fair.
*cough* *cough*
"Ehm, still, you can make a good earning without any risk of paladin induced death."
The most likely way to die if you are a demon, of course only shortly behind being killed by another demon.
"Instead it will be death induced from boredom. I'd rather slay a Hero or poison a whole citys well, or control some foolish king from the shadows to do my bidding. Maybe even 'rescue' a princess from her monotone life in a patriarchy and turn her into a proud, independet Thrall. That's true life, not living in this run down village"
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"...I shouldn't have let your uncle share his crazy warstorys with you."
"Not his fault uncle Ravioli is way cooler than you. He even has a name bestowed by lord Ragnarok himself! Unlike you, Mr. Carpetseller the third."
"Yes, and unlike him I wasn't turned into ash by an army of holy paladins!"
"And he took half their army with him!"
"Enough, let's not start this discussion again. Let's instead talk about how you are old enough to marry. You remember my old friend the frog merchant? Well his daughter is also at your age…"
"NO WAY, never, I'd rather be a slave to a Beast than marry a FROG! A FROG FOR SYSTEMS SAKE!"
"Hey now, I haven‘t raised you a racist you ungrateful brat."
"Raci- THEY LITERALLY EAT FLY SOUP. THEY DON'T EVEN SEASON IT, THEY JUST PUT A FUCKING BOWL WITH WATER OUT AND WAIT TILL SOME FLIES DROWN IN IT! "
A nutritious and healthy breakfast. Tastes better than one would think. Not that good though.
"…It is an aquired taste yes, but-
"NO, I DON'T CARE I WILL GO TO THE OVERWORLD AND SHOW YOU THAT YOU ARE WRONG!"
And then he ran out of the carpetshop like a crying little shit running away from daddy and his old views to find herself and prove that she is more than just a village girl!
"Yes I am more than just some village girl- SHUT UP TOO. I WILL SHOW YOU. I WILL SHOW EVERYONE! I WILL NEVER REGRET MY DECISION!"
"Well, there goes my only son to die in the overworld...hope the little shit at least gets me a souvenir once he lands back in this hellhole."
That is if he doesn't get killed by holy magic.
"Then I could use his room for something else...I think I still have my pooltable somewhere in the attic…"
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A few moths later, one could see a familiar, yet stronger and more mature looking imp standing alone before a very unstable lookin dark portal inside a ancient looking ruin
"Finally, after joining the demon army and having to endure their hellish training I can go to the overworld. Thank the system my assigned commander is a drunken fool who would let anyone go alone to the overworld for a 'small donation' to him."
He said, yet still looking quite sad about the money he lost.
"At least it’s not like those mongrels in the overworld would accept my money anyway…"
Looking back one more time in the direction of his old home, our little demon steeled his will and took a step towards the portal.
"I will not be some servant to some bastard of a noble, I will make the world acknowledge my name as xerhdos the destroyer-
*cough*, lame, *cough*
- and become the most feared demon of all time!"
Spoiler, he didn’t.