"Who Wants To Be The Demon King"

Sheepfolk aren't exactly the most renowned Beastfolk. And you felt that for much of your life. You were born in the Forest-home, the Sacred Forest, the Grand Forest, or whatever other name it might be called, as most Beastfolk were. And you were pushed around. You were trampled upon. Every chance you tried to receive was taken by someone stronger than you. Larger than you. You tasted dirt more often than you tasted true food. You were the lowest of the low - a Prey Beastfolk without even a family name to protect you. If it weren't for your 'Parents', you would likely have died and become fertilizer to those great trees.

But you felt even more out of place now, here in the ruins of the old Demon King's castle. You knew you weren't weak, that you weren't some pushover anymore. But some part of you felt a panic as you looked through the crowd. Oni standing twice as tall as you with clubs wider than your entire torso, Maou whose magic was so thick it coated them like an aura, the Gnolls resting with their monstrous pets, and more. It was hard to calm your heart as you just looked around, your refined sense as Prey lighting up at all of the dangerous creatures around you. Your own 'parents' were watching the surroundings with just as much trepidation, though you could only see it due to how well you knew them. This panic only became worse as you were floated into the air by a crone's magic.

You weaved a little magic into your wool as you felt the fear overwhelming you, your neck-wool becoming thicker in an instant, as it covered up to your eyes, giving you a shield to look over from. You could feel your magic in the air, fighting against you as you did it - as if something was trying to stop you. But your eyes locked with Agatha, the ancient crone-dragon's, and suddenly you stopped feeling that pull, as an expression of... dissapointment? Sadness? Pity? washed over the ancient face. Your parents saw it too, and you could see them looking at you as your wool doubled in size in an instant.

Your Mother and Father were Lady and Lord Hardhoof - your Mother a Goat-folk, and your Father a Horse-folk. They were named as (very) minor nobility at territory just on the edge of the Grand Forest, inside of the predominantly human kingdom of True Roedane. In exchange for this relative comfort deep in the countryside, they had strict duties entrusted to them. Their duties were simple, and well suited to the talents of what none suspected were Vampires; to surveil the Beastfolk of the Grand Forest. After all, every Beastfolk is welcome in the Sacred Forest, so who better to recruit to watch their movements? Due to this, you've spent time alongside both humans and Beastfolk.

Humans often saw you as an oddity or a plaything, if you didn't stop them. While your features were clearly human, the sheep-like nature was confusing to many - your wool grew in thick around your neck and on your head, leaving you with quite a unique 'hair' style. More than that, thinner wool covered much of your arms and legs, making you appear quite hairier than the humans you interacted with. However, your status as an oddity also gave you an ease of cover - no one questioned your pallid features, no one questioned your deep red eyes. For sheep were sometimes pale, and sheep sometimes had red eyes. You didn't even need to work to disguise yourself from the humans - you had been seen taking great hits and getting back up, and no one questioned it - because who hadn't seen a Ram smash heads with another, and then stand up? Humans were ignorant of you. But their ignorance was also filled with curiosity.

In the Forest-home, things were slightly harder. One of the first things you learned when you started to go to be eyes in the Foresthome was how to Lose. You weren't physically bigger than basically any beastfolk - but your nature as a Vampire made you stronger, faster, tougher than them. Even as large tiger-folk tried to impose their strength upon you, you did not balk - and that was a problem. A sheepfolk who could arm wrestle a bearfolk and win was unheard of. Unnatural. And so you had to learn to lose - to back down, to play the weakling. Predators always thought of you as small and weak, they pushed you around, and treated you like dirt. And you had to let them, because otherwise they might Know, or at least suspect. As soon as you were put in your place however, no one treated you as anything noteworthy - you were just another species of Prey in a forest ran by Predators.

Agatha began pulling in the other candidates one by one. And though she did not speak quietly, the words did not carry. Only the children in front of her heard them, as they were told why they were here, "Your family was called here, ahead of every ancient Vampire Clan, every line that went down for generations. Not because your Father was the strongest Vampire, not because your Mother was the most magically inclined. But because you had done more for Demon Kind than any other had in years of late. Power is not the only truth of a Demon King. Magic is not the only truth of a Demon King. Nor is it manipulation, seduction, or any other singular art. A King of Demons must be able to put Demons first. Your family has done well in doing so, child of Curse. Speak your name to me, and why you wish to be King."

Your mind reeled as you thought of the why. Was there a why? Had you ever considered this before? But it wasn't as if you could say no - even if only to do your 'parents' proud, who took you out of a horrible life and gave you luxury and power.

Though that power was... tempting. There was so much you could do with that power.

What is your first name?
[x] Write In

Why do you want to be Demon King?
[x] Write in