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The Vampire King is tired

I'm tired. I transmigated into this world and since then I have had no peace. This f**king system always threatened to kill me. No other punishment when you fail but death. Scheming, magic, swordsmanship, arts, war, what have I not done. Wasted my whole life trying to be the best there is with a sword of damocles hanging over my head which is my own system. A 1000 years have past and now I am finally the demon king. It's time to rest

Dragonz_111 · Fantasie
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The king's problem

I looked into his red eyes to see if I could read his emotions but they were as clear as glass. Nothing could be read from his face too. I couldn't help but feel guilty as the once smiling and innocent man was now introduced and had lived in the dark side. He had dealt with the demon king as a Demon and Demons are terrifying beings. He must have suffered a lot to get where he is today. We kept looking at each other till he smiled. That smile made his normally handsome face more handsome. The feelings I had locked away started coming back to me. Just that the once weak innocent man I fell for has become strong and sinister.

"I understand what you did and why you did it and I forgive you. I would have done it in your shoes since the demon king was truly crazy. I'd also like to thank you because you made me reincarnate with my memories at least", Lucius told me

After what he said I am relieved that he didn't hate me. At least I have a chance with this dangerous man. I'm so happy I began smiling. Lucius was stunned and kept looking at my face making me proud about my charm. I can make the Demon king who has seen a lot of succubi stunned. I am very proud of myself.

"I have some problems though", Lucius said driving me out of my reverie.

"I have PTSD. Please remove the thing you kept in me to monitor my progress as it reminds me of bad times. I don't need it anymore", Lucius informed.

I wasn't surprised by his request at we already planned to do this. If not he might think we're monitoring him. The PTSD part might be a lie but there was no need to authenticate it.

"Secondly I heard Elves were one with Nature. I had spent a 1000 years working, always doing one thing or another. This has made me kind of a workaholic. Long time habits die slowly. I'm really tired to be honest. I've done too much. No sleep since I turned 50 and I'm tired of that kinda life but my body is still a little used to it and long periods without doing anything makes me feel jumpy. I wanna stop it so I came to you. Can you help me? I'll be staying in your castle if need be. I've assigned a clone to control the Demons and it will take a hundred years for it to dissappear".

I am shocked and ashamed. How could I not think of it. He would need therapy after all the things we subjected him to. I can't believe I didn't think of that. Thankfully he has chosen to peacefully talk about it as that's something that could easily cause dissatisfaction and war if it were others. The Elves have always being peaceful and know lots of ways to laze around because of their long lifespan. That's why we have the best of the best in art. I am happy I will get to spend time with him. I stood up and sat on his laps, ignoring his surprised looks and lay my head on his chest. I'm sure he will understand. He began stroking my hair. I'll teach him art and help him relax. He saved the world without taking credit. He deserves to rest.