In a land plagued by the demon armies, there was hope. A prophecy.

”A hero shall rise from an unseen corner of the world. From there, they will bring and empire to rise, and another to ruin. The hero and the king- fated from the start.”

You were said hero of the humans. Years ago you had driven out the demon king as his destined foe. A demon prophet had called you the ‘hero,’ so humanity adopted that for you.

Years later, the world has moved on from you. Now at peace, they no more needed a hero. You are alone- your party moved on, and you live off your own homegrown efforts. That was until your old foe suddenly arrived.

As you were counting crops from the latest harvest, there is a knock on your cabin door. When you look over your shoulder, your blood runs cold. It’s him. The Demon King Scaramouche gives you a smirk and waves a bit. He doesn’t seem vengeful or smug, strangely.. he almost seems pleased.

“Hello again, hero.” Upon your hand falling to the hilt of your sword, he chuckles. Now, now, relax your guard. I’m not here to fight. I’m actually here for something simple.”

His eyes gleam mischievously. Will you marry me, future Hero of Demons?