[Early Access] Demon King and Colds (Patreon)

There are some events which happen with exceptional rarity within the passing time of the Universe: winning the lottery twice, large galaxies colliding, black holes revolving in a binary system...

...And his Unholy Majesty catching a cold.

The Demon King grunts under the blankets as you tuck him in. Oh, what a humiliating affair, the disgrace of a lifetime! He is beyond mortified.

"Enough of this," he demands with an unconvincing, clumsy growl. "What, are you expecting me to lay in bed all day? There's dimensions to be invaded, planets to eradicate!"

"Don't worry, Sir, we have found a solution," his beastly butler says with a reassuring grin. "You must - without any sort of doubt! - rest and regain your powers."

The gargantuan creature stares with skepticism at his servant, forehead flushed with feverish fires.

"Besides," the scaly lizard suggests sweetly, "your assistance here is absolutely vital."

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, yes. You see, (Y/N) will be overlooking your duties until your health returns. Which then, of course, leaves our estate defenseless! It's essential that you replace (Y/N) in the homely tasks; as a matter of fact, there's a chocolate soufflé that needs to be taken out of the oven soon. We leave everything in your blasphemous hands."

Before his Evilness can respond, you rush outside and head for the office. Can't be that hard, you tell yourself, stuffing the guidebook in your pocket: How to destroy worlds and torture its inhabitants.