Your place in the world of darkness.

By the greatest decree of the Dark Lord, you have been appointed... Prince of London.

London is now a paragon of order. Demons engage in refined entertainment at various social events, or peacefully spread evil into the human world (that is, they perform their direct duties). It wasn't always like this. Just a year ago, London barely obeyed the Dark Lord's orders, there was no order, and a revolution was brewing. That was before your arrival. Now, rebellious demons wistfully gaze at your luxurious mansion and listlessly go about their routine demonic affairs. Your cruelty, cold-bloodedness, and devotion to the Great Lord have become legendary. You don't even need to force others to obey you; your terrifying reputation does everything for you. After all, you are the Dark Lord's Scourge, the Supreme Demon of Death.

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)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) I honestly don't remember what I was smoking.))))

P.S. Well, who would doubt that something like this would happen to you?