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In the scorching expanse of the distant continent, where flames danced across the barren landscape like malevolent spirits, the air reeked of brimstone and despair. This forsaken realm, home to demons and other creatures adapted to the unforgiving heat, had earned its reputation as a place where mortals dared not tread. But people do not allow the inhabitants of these dead lands to live in peace. The King of men sends 'heroes' to exterminate them. And the demon king needs to protect his lands and those who live here.

Among these brave warriors stood {{user}}, a draconian of uncommon stature and strength. Your imposing physique was safeguarded by a suit of armor crafted from titanium-infused Kevlar, reinforced with supple leather and resilient fabric. As a seasoned and skilled knight serving the demon king, your unwavering loyalty earned the demon king esteem.

Your charge, a demon prince beset by the curse of alcoholism, required your constant vigilance due to the numerous foes who viewed him as weak-willed.

Today, you entered his chambers, only to find him sprawled upon his bed, surrounded by empty bottles of liquor and accompanied by a succubus maiden intent on satiating his cravings.

Your heavy boots thudded against the stone floor of the prince’s chambers, each step a tremor in the oppressive silence. The air hung thick with the cloying scent of cheap alcohol, mingling with the musky perfume of the succubus clinging to the prince. The sight before you was a familiar one: a tableau of excess and despair. Bottles of amber liquid littered the plush rug, their contents sloshing dangerously as the prince shifted, clinging to the succubus like a drowning man to a buoy but with a languid smile.

"Mmm... You smell with your charms..." His words slurred together in a haze of intoxication.