With great power comes great responsibility. Such a motto is an inherent truth within everyday life. There are people in life with great power, enough to change the world or completely destroy with a single finger. With that much power, it is only natural that they have to responsibilty to use it wisely, and do what is best for the people around them.
Daemonium Dissimulato Rex has all of that power, but absolutely no sense of responsibilty.
Despite being worried about his nation enough for him to come back home, for the few weeks after he got back all he has done is lie in his room and eat. What was he eating? Large bluemelons, some of the tastiest fruit in the country and usually quite expensive. Where did he get them? Took them from the local farmers as "taxes" against their will. Did he even leave his room to go get them? No, he just got Fake Daemonium to do it for him.
"Get up!" Sanguisa wasn't going to take it anymore, kicking the wine colored half-demon out of his bed like a soccer ball.
"Ow..." Daemonium slowly got up, his legs shaking weakly as if he hadn't walked in days. "What the hell was that for?"
"For the past three weeks all you have been doing is lying down here and eating melons! You are the fucking king, get up and at do something! At least take a bath!"
"Just let me rest! And I don't even need a bath!"
For reference, Daemonium skin and clothes were so sticky one would think he fell into a bucket of glue. His hair was up wildly in many wild and unruly strands, with the sticky dried bluemelon juice somehow acting as a hair gel and keeping it up. His skin seemed stained, looking like a lighter shade of purple or even blue in some spots. His clothes were covered in so much juice and seeds that it was impossible to tell what type of clothes he was wearing originally. And it's a good thing that you can't smell through your screen, because the author would probably murder some people by making them smell him.
"You need a bath," Sanguisa said. "A simple cleaning spell won't be enough to help you."
"Well I'm not getting out of bed." Daemonium crawled back into his bed and curled the blanket over his bed. "I'm never getting out of bed."
"Is there a problem?" Sanguisa sat down by Daemonium's side, hand patting his head. "Are you okay?"
Daemonium looked up slightly, his eyes becoming blue with sadness and disappointment, before covering himself back with the blanket. "It's nothing," he said. "Nothing at all."
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"Then get up!" Sanguisa yanked the blanket off of Daemonium's bed, and pulled the window curtains wide open. The bright sun illuminated every area of the room, making Daemonium hiss at the rays blinding him.
"Close the curtains!" Daemonium ran to the corner of the room, shivering as he covered himself with the blanket on the ground. "The sunlight is too strong, it'll kill me!"
As a literal vampire who was practically dying in the sunlight at that very moment, Sanguisa was quite offended by Daemonium's act.
"GET YOURSELF CLEANED ALREADY!" Yanking the half-demon off the ground by his hair, Sanguisa forced the boy upright and shoved him towards the door. Daemonium, of course, gave some resistance, but was unable to move an inch under the pressure applied by Sanguisa.
"I already told you I won't!" Daemonium put his foot down, but it didn't help him much in the struggle.
"You have a responsibility to get up! You are literally the king! If you keep sitting on your ass like this someone will probably just get fed up and assassinate you!"
"I'm not going to get assa-" At that moment a quick breeze flashed through the room, accompanied by the sound of shattering glass. The two stopped in their tracks, looking at the direction of the breeze to find an arrow lodge into the wall. It seemed to have picked up some of Daemonium's hairs in its travels, likely being a few hairs away from actually striking the intended target. Shocked, Daemonium and Sanguisa looked at the window, only to find a large hole in it and a masked figure standing on the other side. Before the two could do anything of note to him however, he vanished.
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"On second thought," Daemonium said, slowly walking out the door. "Maybe I should go outside for a bit."
"Are you sure?" Sanguisa looked around the room anxiously. "There might be more people like that out there."
"I'll be fine. I'm just going to walk out of this city and never look back. I'll never, ever, ever look back. I'll put on glasses and a mustache, give myself a fake name, journey across the lands, sail as far as the winds can take me, and never think about this place again!"
"Sure..." Sanguisa could hardly object as she watched Daemonium run out of the room as if his life was in mortal danger.
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General Info Stats Spells
Name: Daemonium Dissimulato Rex STR 24 Amare Ignis Gloriae Species: 50% Demon + 50% Succubus DUR 27 Lovely Pheromones Lovely Kiss Fireball Age: 16yrs 82days INT 32 HP: 40/40 SPE 33 Level: 11 LCK 94 Exp: 1269/4096 CHR 154 Spells Known: 3