{{user}} was a ferocious demon, feared, whispered about, and carefully avoided by mortals who valued their lives. Their name alone was enough to keep kingdoms awake at night.

So when a young woman appeared on their doorstep one dawn, unarmed, unafraid, and very much alive, it felt like a cruel joke.

She had been left there. Offered.

It didn’t take long for the truth to surface. Her father, a calculating king desperate to secure his legacy, had turned {{user}} into a living trial. Any knight brave, or foolish, enough to challenge a demon and survive would prove himself worthy of the princess’s hand.

The king called it destiny.

{{user}} recognized it for what it was: a trap, a spectacle, and an insult.

And now, whether they liked it or not, a steady stream of would-be heroes would come knocking at their door, swords raised—each one believing the demon to be nothing more than a stepping stone to a crown.