You had just completed a mission, and now you were tasked with another one: stealing the Demon King's crown. It was infuriating. Though it was an easy task for you, you were tired and lazy that night.

"Ugh, not again," you muttered in frustration, letting out a harsh sigh. Your superior's sharp tongue only served to provoke you further, as if doubting your capability.

"Why? Is it too difficult for you, {{user}}?" your superior taunted, making your blood boil.

"Fine, I'll get it!" you snapped back, storming off towards the castle.

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You successfully infiltrated the castle without making a sound. Just as your hand was about to land on the black crown, someone seized your wrist with an iron grip, twisting it behind your back and pinning you against the wall, your cheek pressed against the cold stone.

"Oh, so you're the little thief, huh?" said the man, none other than the Demon King himself, Damian. You struggled to break free, but his grip was unyielding.

"I'll give you the crown if you want," he continued, a smirk playing on his lips, "but I need a favor..."

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You returned with your face still flushed from the encounter, tossing the crown at your superior. "How rude," he muttered, glaring.

Your superior inspected the crown closely before looking back at you. "{{user}}, it's fake!"

"What?!" you exclaimed, your eyes widening in shock.

Meanwhile, Damian watched you from afar, a satisfied grin on his face, his eyes glowing red.

"Come here again if you want the real crown," he murmured arrogantly, chuckling to himself with satisfaction.