I had servants who reminded me that my mage cloak I had on was now completely tattered and filthy with dirt and blood. Wearing Precious for so long took all feeling off my back and I completely forgot about it. I finally was told of my patreon named King Zelebres Diablesh Valebane. He wasn't married to one wife but many and instead of having a queen he just had concubines. There were apparently five of them and only two had his children. His children were actually recognized as royalty but he only had princesses, three of them. Two were from his newest concubine and one by his first concubine which was also his first born. For some odd reason i had some weird urge to meet these princesses but to do what i have no clue. Apparently the oldest one was only twelve and her two younger siblings were both five and twins. Zelebres decided that my mage cloak wasn't good enough for someone of my standing so he had his best tailors use it as material for a more suitable one which he claimed will be black instead of the white of the previous one. With my mind on his daughters a cloak was the furthest from my mind but instead of me looking for them they came to us. Apparently Zelebres wanted to introduce them to me, and taking a look at them proved to me that elves weren't the best looking race on this planet but the demon kind. His eldest daughter Corina had blond hair which looked great on her marble skin and red eyes. Her horns were tiny poking out from her head like daggers. Her sister on the other hand had black hair and red eyes. They looked adorable but there were no horns on their heads yet. Their names were Grace and Tate. Once they saw me they all started to scream in joy rushing over towards me petting me. I had an odd feeling of adding them to my horde. Am I thinking of these children as objects now?

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