Diamond stared at a passed out Krys, seemingly annoyed to no end.

"I can't take this anymore," he said, He started to get shorter as his hair got increasingly longer. His skin shifted color from the light skin color to a reddish-purple color. His eyes became completely black with yellow irises. The armor he was wearing seemed to be absorbed into him, small black horns appeared on his head, and small wings sprouted on his back.

"Why can't I practice with normal people?"

"Don't be hasty Daemonium," a hooded figure said coming from behind a tree. "Just a bit more and you'll be ready to set your plan into motion."

"Finally," Daemonium said. "Time for the genocide route to truly begin!"

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Daemonium had it rough.

Actually, that was an understatement, the past week was shit for him.

Daemonium tried a full-on assault only to remember how underleveled he was compared to the armies he sent out. He barely escaped with his life. After healing up he tried and failed at assassination. After that, he tried and failed at a ranged assault. He couldn't step foot into any human settlements anymore though, as that town sent warnings to other towns and now he was wanted all over the world.

He tried to go back to his own country and admit he was wrong. (Did it even get named? I guess not, his country's called Patriam now.) However, he arrived only to find all of his men have run away, leaving him without any food or water. They also didn't pay the electric bill so he wasn't able to sleep well that night.

He was hungry so he went to the market to get food. However, he had no money with him so he had to get some items from the castle to sell for food. That turned out to be a mistake though as royal grade items got him mugged a few times for the potential riches they could be sold off for. In the end, he wasn't able to get food and didn't have anything to sell.

That night he was left tired, hungry, and weak as he walked through a village that continuously ignored him. He may have been king, but a title like that was pointless when he was beaten up to the point of being unrecognizable. Practically giving up, Daemonium laid down in the middle of the cold streets, using his long hair to hopefully keep him warm enough through the night. But life didn't work that way, and he shivered himself to sleep.

Daemonium woke up in a pink bed. A soft and warm pink bed. A pink bed that he didn't recognize, in a room filled with creepy dolls and posters that he also didn't recognize. Meh, didn't matter, he was warm now.

He got out of the bed and out of the room. As he walked through the hallway he heard a soft humming. Someone was humming "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" in a soft and creepy way. And did the portraits just avert their gaze? Could be dangerous, but first what's that delicious smell? That is a more urgent problem.

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He went downstairs following the small. He eventually found the kitchen, where an incredibly tall woman was frying eggs. Like seriously, she was 11' 3''. She was pale with long brown hair that was incredibly tangled and curly. Her eyes were completely black, not even with irises present. Her mouth was so wide it went to the sides of her cheeks, with a small smile showing off many sharp teeth with a red liquid that appears to be blood flowing down through them. Her fingers and arms are long and slender, accented with sharp pink nails. She wore a long purple robe, decorated with skulls all over.

"So you've woken up haven't you," she said without turning around. "I hope you've slept well."

"Actually I did," Daemonium said. "And what's that smell?"

"Fried cucoo eggs and bacon. Want some?"

"Sure." He took some and ate them with no regard for the fact that he was taking food from a stranger.

Eventually, they settled down and talked a bit. The woman was a vampire named Sanguisa and was surprisingly talkative. Eventually, they got to the topic of politics.

"By the way," Daemonuim said. "You never did get my name, did you?"

"I'm afraid not, what is it?"

"It's Daemonium, the Daemonium."

"...okay."

"Why no reaction?"

"What am I supposed to say?" After all, Daemonium was a fairly common name. It was like someone telling you their name was Bill without you realizing that you were talking to Bill Gates.

"You know, Daemonium Rex? The king?"

"Don't lie about that sort of thing." This time it was like a homeless man trying to convince you that he's Jesus.

"How are you so sure it isn't me?"

"I mean, the press always says you are such a bad guy, and no one loves you. Just from talking to you, I know you aren't someone like that."

This response warmed up Daemonium's heart and made him remember why he was doing this in the first place. He now had a new hope for the future and was confident that he would do whatever it takes to become a better king in the eyes of the people.

"Also I heard he was half succubus and I'm pretty sure succubi are supposed to be attractive."

That was all reversed in about five seconds.

"Alright, you got me," Daemonium lied. "My name's still Daemonium though."

"Okay."

"One more question: why did you help me?"

"You're cute!"

"Excuse me?"

"You look like a small doll and a really cute one too! I honestly just wanted to hug and squeeze you! Can I give you a small pat on that long hair of yours, it's incredibly silky and soft so I could hardly control myself in my sleep!" She said this with buckets of drool coming from her mouth.

Daemonium had a lot of questions. He wanted to know what she did to him in his sleep. He wanted to know why he was called unattractive earlier but called cute immediately after. He wanted to back up from the creepy drooling and doll obsession. But there was one thing he wanted most at the moment.

"Can you help me infiltrate human society?"

Sanguisa stopped in her tracks. Taking on the human race is incredibly dangerous, especially due to the abundance of light/holy magic and the sheer numbers they will have to face if caught. Without good military support, it's a bad idea, and even then there are a lot of potential issues.

"If you do I'll allow you to give me a headpat."

"DEAL!"

Name: Daemonium Dissimulato Rex STR 12 Species: 50% Demon + 50% Succubus DUR 13 Age: 16yrs 33days INT 16 HP: 19/21 SPE 20 Level: 4 LCK 1 Exp: 3/16 Spells Known: 1