And then there was a Rule 63 AU?

[falseidentity]

[So. You've played detective, run away from home with the queen of your country and married her, oh, and of course, killed the demon duke who kidnapped hundreds of women. An then you wake up not in your house in a small town in Elphegort, but some big city that doesn't seem to even resemble anything you've ever seen. Naturally, you'd probably be panicked or afraid or even desperate to get home?

Kachessa Crim? Is just plain tired of all this magic bullshit.

So currently, there is a woman of about 27 sitting on a bench, just staring straight ahead with the most linefacy, deadpan face. She is so done, she just wants to get done with this magic stuff and get on with her happy life with her wife and child. That's it. Nothing more.]

...I really need a different job.

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[falseidentity]

The source who turned me onto him says it is true, and I have no reason to believe otherwise. I myself wasn't enough of a threat to earn such an honor.

[The man sold his soul, from what she can tell. Killed his family, including her dear friend. She's glad he's dead.]

Sateriajis Venomania was not an easy person to kill. I do not doubt he became a demon to gain his power. I saw it with my own eyes--women bewitched and made to think nothing was wrong with what he was doing. A demonic form only seems to go hand-in-hand with that.

[onlyconsideration]

[Troubling. Not clear if that's a side effect of using the vessel or the great extents at which he used it. He didn't like the possibility of something like that happening to his daughter...]

...Just a moment. History had said that you were immune to the effects of his charms because you were a man. Since this is obviously not the case, how, then, did you manage to kill him?

[falseidentity]

I originally pretended to be a girl who came to join his harem, but I, unfortunately, had no way to hide my eyebrows. He recognized me--I told you, I was the daughter of a Marquess from the same area. Sateriajis and I grew up together, along with his brother, Cherub. So he recognized me and... He decided to be cruel. I pretended to be under his spell after that, mimicking the behavior of the missing women. He believed it and I went to bed with him and... I got back my trump card, him thinking I was under his sway.

[...Speaking of her trump card, she keeps it on her. She brings it out from under her shirt: a pretty, golden key.]

...When he came back to me, I buried the knife born from this into his chest, and that was that.

Bed time for me o/

[onlyconsideration]

[There is something Very Interesting about that key--what it is he can't say for sure, but he can't seem to pull his eyes away from it either.]

A knife born from that key, you say...?

Niiight!

[falseidentity]

Yes. It's a curious thing. I don't understand how it works. A sorceress approached me and said I would need it to slay the demon keeping the women captive. I didn't believe her at the time, but I learned the truth quickly enough.