A gentle stream of light filtered through the window of Yowa's apartment and he grimaced at it as the rays steadily reached over his face, covering it with a brilliant hue. It was odd though, he could've sworn something weird had happened to him. It involved a little but deranged girl and something about falling off his bike. He put his hands up to his face and rubbed it in a soft motion. Nothing seemed to be missing he thought. Though the pain was certainly real, every movement he was was strained like his whole body was one giant pulled muscle.

It wasn't long after he made this thought go through his head when he tried opening his eyes only to find the little girl face to face that went beyond invading personal space. He could see every pore of her porcelain face and in return, shrieked loudly enough the whole neighborhood probably heard him.

'NO. NO TO JAILBAIT! NO!” He threw whatever he could find at the girl who dodged them with ease and seemed to find his utterly fearful reaction as hilarious. She giggled excitedly and bounced up and down as the stream of thrown objects finally became a vast air of emptiness. Kei looked slightly disappointed at the lack of thrown things even though Yowa was huddled up in a corner like he was trying to merge with the wall.

“Oh come now. It's not like I want to have sexy time. I'm too young for that yet you know. Anyways, put some clothing on mister. We're going to need to look the best possible for today!” Yowa merely blinked in disbelief and thrust a finger in her direction.

“Just who do you think you are huh?! First you do whatever the hell that was and now you're asking me to do something just like nothing happened? WHO ARE YOU?” All she seemed to do was cock her head and grinned with a rather unsettling amount of gleaming white teeth.

“Well besides the fact I told you my name I suppose I'm at fault for not introducing myself properly!” She stood with her legs out as if bolted to a action figure pedestal and puffed out her nonexistent chest. “I am your one and only self proclaimed daughter!” His brain must've turned off at this point as he gave a blank stare as if looking through her. She didn't seem to mind in the least as she continued her speech, “You are my father and nothing can change that!”

“Jesus on a stick! I'm a damn virgin and you're nothing in the least like me! Especially with that pancake flat chest of yours. My child would do me proud and have something glorious to show off!” As he said it he immediately regretted it as he cringed like hell. He never recalled saying anything so weird like that before. It simply slipped out like it was natural. She then proceeded to look at herself with a scrutinizing look and looked back at Yowa's blood drained face.

“Does this not suit you father?” She twirled around much to his horror. He held his hand over his eyes and threw a hand out in a gesture to make her stop. “Oh, I see. You like a mature woman. Okay then!”

“Wait what?” AND STOP CALLING ME FATHER DAMN IT.” He had to keep his jaw in check as she completed her twirl and suddenly a woman of her early twenties in appearance stood before him. He went immediately from feeling awkward to being quite conflicted in a physical and mental debate. 'OH. HELL. NO. TURN BACK.” She jumped up and down regardless as she made that stupid face of being undeniably happy. Her breasts had definitely been promoted to at least a f-cup and he had to turn away himself in order to not feel extremely unwell in both soul and body.

“Don't be like that!” She pouted in a voice he could only hear as unnervingly attractive. “Today we start a new life together. Seeing as my old daddy is dead.”

“W-what? He's dead?” He didn't face her but did turn his head to the side as to show some sort of attention while not aiming at anything in his sight of unworthy view. “How's that got to do with me now?”

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“Well...basically, when you got in the middle of the fight between my daddy and a heretic demon, you got caught up in the cross fire. Instead of my daddy taking the attack you took it for him, on accident, but you did which saved him.” He scratched his head in confusion, he remembered no such thing occurring. Then again if what she said was true earlier, he had been transported to hell at some point between being mauled like he was. Though that wasn't an exact answer he wished to know of. “I know! You're thinking you should've been killed and you by all means did die. Well, sort of. Daddy never had anyone sacrifice themselves before for his sake so he felt obliged to help you.”

“Obliged?! He killed me! Or something...hey if I'm dead does that make me a zombie or some shit brained idea like that?”

“Oh no, not that. You have the honor of a much more fitting reward!” She tip toed over to his exposed back and he immediately started sweating rather profusely and it sure as hell wasn't from her body heat. She leaned over to his ear and said, “Should someone sacrifice themselves for a King, it is only natural that he too shall become one, even in death.”

“Uh...” Was all he could manage as a response to the revelation. Though it didn't really strike him as odd as he thought it would've. “A King? Are you saying he made me a King of something? This is ridiculous, what the hell are you getting at?”

“Hmm...well, to say the least you took the death blow to your head and naturally it popped like a balloon full of confetti.” She stood back up and he thanked god she did as he was already at a breaking point in his mental state. “But it still went through and hurt my daddy real bad in the face. So he used the last of his strength to pass on his power to you!”

The visual of his head popping like a pinata was not pleasant let alone how much she seemed to enjoy telling the story of how her original 'daddy' died. Though there was that odd feeling again, like something was missing. “His mouth? That couldn't of killed him if he's so powerful right? And what are you talking about some power?”

“That part of his body, the inside, was his only weakness that only me and few others knew of. As powerful as we are on the outside, not so much can be said if we're struck from within.”

“That sounds...problematic, but doesn't answer my question.” She seemed to fidget slightly and some sort of sound like when she first appeared in a cloud of smoke made itself known. He dared to turn around and sure enough, Kei was back to being a innocent looking red eyed, midnight blue haired middle-schooler. “Hey. I just don't understand that's all.” He said with a soothing voice which yet again felt unlike him. What he was thinking seemed to stream out of his voice without a second thought.

“The thing he could do to revive you...was to use his own remaining flesh as a substitute for your missing head...and now that power resides...in your tongue. It has a magic circle on it like my father's.” Besides the point of the whole popping head situation he looked at her like she had sprouted two heads like her dog creature. “I'm so sorry.”

“My...tongue...” It didn't quite register at first.

“He was the last Demon King there ever was and he sacrificed what he treasured, his power, to keep you alive. He loved it more than me anyways. That was what he truly cared for...why he would so willingly give it to a stranger though...”

“Demon...King. WAIT WHAT?!” He immediately stood up and say stars before his eyes and ran to his bathroom mirror. He dreaded the very idea of what he was going to see and really hoped he had been hit in the head and was in some sort of dream coma. He closed the door and readied himself as he looked back at himself. He was a middle aged man with no ambitions, no future, and baked pastries and bread for the local store. Did he seriously now possess...?

He had to do it or it would haunt him. He had to do it because his disbelief was beyond the point of any kind of reconciliation. He stuck out his tongue with his eyes shut and then opened his eyes in pure terror.

There it was. A pentagram with a circle of some sort. This time, he more or less screamed loud enough for the whole city to hear. “I knew he wasn't going to take this well Kerukeru. But he'll get over it.” A loud thud indicated he had passed out and she carefully opened the door to peep inside. He laid on the floor as cutely as a kitten in a bed of yarn and she got teary eyed. “Oh he;s so cute when he plays dead!” She then closed the door and went about getting dressy clothing out for Yowa. He had to look his best for his coronation after all was said and done.