"Jack! The demon Lord has gotten in! and, rumour has it you're his grandson!," So I get up, feeling pumped. I sneak around, sending darts at him as he struggles, tearing them out and charging at everyone. They all act as decoys, even though I know he's scared for some reason, deep down. I dash at him, playfully off by several inches for the first 10 times. I even laughed at him, as he seems to think I'm playing. But this is just the diversion. I keep getting struck, my left arm broken. I end up headbutting him in the stomach and putting him out. He goes pale instantly, as he bends over, feeling sick. He stumbled to his former bedroom with grandmother, and leans over the toilet. I see an exhausted grandfather's smile, as he makes some pretty disgusting noises. He puts his arms around his stomach, making painful groans as well. I pat his back and he relaxed, smelling like alcohol and puke. "Grandaddy, how much alcohol do you drink each day?," And he puts his fingers up, showing six, having had six liters this morning. When he finished, he retched air, his stomach contracting in. I put him to bed in the forest, him passed out when we're halfway there.
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Can't A Demon Lord's Daughter Just Have Some Peace From Everyone?!
FantasyThe young to-be-wed princess was caught in a relationship with a demon Lord who lived a few towns away. She was 8 months pregnant with the demon Lord's child, and so the king banished the demon Lord and due to usual tradition, the princess is stuck...
