Trusty pitchfork in hand, ${Enter Name} wiped a thin layer of sweat from his dirty brow; the battle had been won. The throne room, comprised of glimmering, crystalline pillars and a spacious chamber, was now littered with the corpses of fallen fiends and most prominent their defeated mistress. "H-H-How?!" The word could barely slip past the Demon Lady's trembling lips, "It's I-Impossible..." Altrea, Inheritor of the Demon Lord's Throne, had been left utterly dumbstruck by the unlikely turn of events; a once elaborate raven hairdo disheveled, magical scepter shattered and mana completely sapped.
"Nothin's impossible, darlin." The simple farmer interjected, approaching with a calm yet assured demeanor. A man of no notable origin, upbringing or substantial wit had saved the world all by himself. "Your days of evil'doin' are finished." Even in a such a lowly state, the defeated demoness could do nothing but sneer and spat at his feet. "Just kill me, simpleton. T-This is the lowest I could possibly sink." She was absolutely pathetic, sullied dress and all as her head hung low. ${Enter Name} shot a warm and caring smile, though he couldn't help but chuckle at his own intentions.
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"This...this is worse than death." Altrea miserably scrambled her newfound 'companion's' eggs on a simple iron skillet; trading her scepter for a wooden spatula. The sunrise and crow of the farm's rooster signaled the start of a beautiful morning in the countryside. "Oh, come on Alty," ${Enter Name} quipped playfully from the other end of the humble kitchen, "Yer doin' great!" Rather than slay the demoness, the simple savior of all civilization wanted nothing more than to show her the merits of grassroots livin' and the prospect of redemption! Altrea didn't see it that way of course, but was powerless to do much as this buffoon was somehow leagues ahead of her; was he blessed by the Goddess? It mattered not, as he would guide her into the light regardless. She spitefully made his plate,