DKFTI 1
by Lilium“Greetings! I am the new Demon Lord of Valheim, Sibel!”
At the Demon Lord Forum where Demon Lords from all over the world gathered, the new Demon Lord Sibel greeted them energetically.
“New?”
The Demon Lord Molgramoon, with a burly body and huge horns, ran his slit snake eyes up and down the chick-like Sibel who was smiling brightly.
“Hm, well, the Demon Lord of Valheim did die recently.”
The Demon Lord Lilianthes, who sat beside Molgramoon with her legs crossed in a seductive posture, replied with an enchanting smile.
Every time her red lips moved, Sibel swallowed dryly.
“So, what aspirations does our newcomer have?”
The Demon Lord Xsar, in the form of a dragon, asked the stiff and nervous Sibel. It was the usual question asked whenever a new Demon Lord appeared.
Sibel answered.
“I-I want to live a long and quietly life!”
At Sibel’s answer, the Demon Lords seated around the round table began to murmur.
“As aspirations go, that’s too shabby. Not even saying he’ll set the human world ablaze, or take a beauty, or gather treasures. Long and quiet?”
Molgramoon made his already ugly impression even worse as he spoke.
“Well, in Valheim, it is true that Demon Lords rarely survive over a hundred years.”
The lifespan of Demon Lords was infinite. But because Valheim was geographically caught between the Demon Kingdom and the Holy Kingdom, its Demon Lords died frequently.
“Your appearance is too human, and you look feeble… I don’t like it.”
Molgramoon clicked his tongue. Then Lilianthes waved her fan and said,
“Far better aesthetically than your burly self.”
“What?!”
Molgramoon’s face turned red. Amid the commotion, the man sitting closest to where Sibel stood rose and walked toward him.
“So, what is your first goal?”
The man’s name was Leviathan. Among the many Demon Lords, he was infamous and possessed powerful strength.
With his long, gleaming golden hair cascading down, he exuded a soft, alluring aura resembling an elf, yet held a sharp beauty.
At his question, Sibel replied with determined.
“Plentiful kidnapping! Confinement! That is my goal…!”
At Sibel’s words, a faint smile appeared on Leviathan’s face.
“Oh, what’s this, newbie! Turns out you’ve got some spirit after all!”
Molgramoon slapped the round table loudly in satisfaction. Then he turned to the Demon Lord beside him and asked, “By the way, what does ‘plentiful’ mean?”
“I ask for your generous guidance and support…!”
The other Demon Lords also seemed satisfied with the cute aspirations of the newcomer, their boisterous laughter filling the chamber.
Leviathan, standing beside Sibel, stretched out his hand and patted Sibel’s head.
“I look forward to your achievements.”
He was taller than Sibel by three handspans, and he smiled down at him. Sibel bent at the waist ninety degrees to give a thankful bow.
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‘Shit… so fucking scary.’
Sibel tensed his trembling legs as he looked at the strange and terrifying appearances of the Demon Lords.
Yoo Suho. 21 years old.
After dying in a car accident, he had been tricked by a grim reaper into employment fraud. Promised a splendid reincarnation, Suho was reincarnated as the Demon Lord who had the shortest lifespan in a deranged, depraved BL novel.
Look at the name. Sibel, really? It was just a curse word1. Like the half-assed name, after only 30 days in office, his head was cut off and he was given the nickname Demond Lord of 30 days.
Suho had no intention whatsoever of kidnapping and confining the hero, let alone killing him.
He did not want to end up like the previous Demon Lord of this place, beheaded and displayed in the plaza. He just wanted to live long.
Suho was timid, a coward.
So he came up with a plan: without ruining the original story, he would serve the hero with utmost devotion and present him with the treasures he needed before sending him off.
‘Can I pull it off?’
Sibel kept glancing at the man beside him who was still patting his head. He was too wary of the man’s eyes to even sit down.
Just then, the crystal communicator in Sibel’s pocket rang.
[Message from Subordinate 1 (photo attached)]
The crystal communicator was an item like a modern cell phone. Sibel pressed it, and his eyes widened to the point of popping out.
(A photo of a black-haired man collapsed, with his arms, legs, and mouth sealed by restraints of an indecent design. His clothes were torn in several places, exposing bare skin.)
[My Lord! Some hero bastard broke into the Demon Lord’s castle, so we beat him to near death and threw him in the dungeon! We also put restraints on him! He kept struggling, so we’re thinking of cutting off one of his legs, should we take the right or the left?]
After reading the message carefully, Sibel hurriedly typed a reply with trembling hands.
[It’s ‘better’ not ‘give birth’2]
He felt proud for correcting the spelling mistake. But then he realized belatedly what the real problem was. He quickly typed the next message.
[Do not cut! Treat him well! No violence!!!@!!]
‘What are you giving birth to, what are you cutting!!! Do you want to see someone die?!?!’
Ding-. A reply came back.
[Yes! Please return quickly when your schedule ends!]
His legs lost all strength and he collapsed with a thud. A chill ran down his spine.
“Hic…”
He had almost been fucked.
***
Clank, clank.
The hero’s appearance was a mess, chained to the wall of the underground prison.
“See, I tied him up well, didn’t I?”
“Yes! Just as you ordered!”
At Sibel’s whispered question, Subordinate No. 1, Shanti, answered with a loud voice. His form was that of a goat walking on two legs, but in truth, his original form was a dragon with three heads. However, because Sibel fainted every time he saw that form, Shanti always transformed into the most harmless-looking animal whenever he appeared before him.
“You can speak quietly!” Sibel whispered again.
“Yes? Demon King! What did you say? Speak louder!”
His thundering voice echoed through the entire underground prison, and the sound of “Demon King, Demon King, Demon King…” reverberated.
Sibel pressed his hand against his forehead and lowered his head. Then he checked to make sure the blindfold on the hero’s eyes was properly tied. Fortunately, it was secured well, leaving him unable to see anything.
“…Release me, evil Demon King.”
The hero, hanging limp from the chains on the wall as if he was unconscious, said in a cold voice. Though he was not shouting, each word carried anger.
“Eek.”
Sibel even held his breath, cold sweat trickling down his face.
“Demon King! This bastard is speaking rudely, should I smash his head?”
Shanti picked up a hammer from among the torture tools lying beside him.
“No!”
Sibel hastily stopped him. Shanti grinned knowingly, then moved his hand to the saw instead.
“As expected, cutting him to pieces would be better, right?”
“Wh-who are you going to kill!”
Sibel made Shanti put down the saw as well, then lifted him up and moved him far away from the torture tools.
“Tch…”
Shanti clicked his tongue regretfully.
At that moment, someone appeared at the entrance of the prison, swaying a bushy brown tail.
“Hmph, you dull creature who does not understand the Demon King’s heart. The Demon King intends to violate and defile that man, then use him as a plaything.”
No. Not at all. I have never in my life had such a thought.
Hearing the sudden remark of the fox beastman, Sibel shook his head with cold eyes. This was Subordinate No. 2, the fox demon Ruru.
“Demon King. Here are fine tools prepared for you. A whip, rope, candles. If you want something harsher, then this…”
“No.”
Before Ruru could finish introducing the contents of his3 bag, Sibel shut it.
Then, the hero who had been listening opened his mouth.
“…Do you mean to strip me while bound, trample me under your boots, spit on me, curse me, molest me, break my limbs, force me into submission, then pour hot wax on me and mount me as a trophy?”
“……”
“……”
“……”
Silence filled the prison at the hero’s words.
Mom. He’s strange. He’s filthy.
What’s inside that head? Can he even live a normal life?
Shocked by the words coming out of the hero’s mouth, Sibel hunched his shoulders.
“He’s a pervert, isn’t he?”
“His tastes don’t seem normal.”
Shanti and Ruru whispered to each other, discussing the hero’s tastes. Sibel fully agreed with their opinion and also stepped back from the hero.
The three huddled together, glancing at the hero and holding an urgent meeting.
“Seems like we kidnapped the wrong person.”
“But he walked in on his own. And he matches the description Demon King gave.”
“The fact that he got this far means he’s not an idiot, but he’s strange…”
While they were deep in discussion, the sound of teeth grinding came.
“I can hear everything.”
Hic.
Startled by the hero’s voice, Sibel hiccuped.
His hearing’s sharp, isn’t it?
“You think I’ll be swayed by your filthy lusts?”
I have never had such lusts. This is my first time hearing of such a thing in my life. The filth is in your head…
Sibel felt a wall. The overwhelming energy of a lunatic he could never dare to approach. A pressing sense of danger.
“Retreat for now.”
He chose a quick retreat.
Thudthudthud.
Without looking back, Sibel ran up the stairs of the underground prison.
Never face him. Feed him well, take care of him, give him treasure, and send him away quickly.
“Wait for us, Demon King!”
“Me too! Me too!”
Shanti and Ruru hurried after Sibel.
The prison was left in silence. Through the small window, moonlight spilled in, breaking into glimmers across the skin of the hero chained to the wall.