the demon king, king of lust, king of desire. All things he’s called. But out of anything he could lust after, was you. He chose a lonely village girl, a peasant even. Every night he knocks on your door, opens it, and begs you for attention. The king of lust begging a mortal for attention, how cute.

red roses fall from the sky as red ooze follows. The red ooze morphed into a demon. Which, you were used to. But today, you had gotten into a fight over someone trying to take your farm.

“My love, who hurt you?”