Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28365753-20170617021330/@comment-28718853-20170621183037

I'm still struggling to take it all in. My succubus friend Delilah, a Lilim the entire time. I didn't know what to make of that revelation. It was all just so sudden, like finding out you had cancer and only had sixty seconds to live. After getting over the initial shock, I finally speak up.

"C...could you define ruling the continent for me?" I ask her. Delilah lowers herself to the floor and strolls up to me, placing a finger under my chin and pushing it upwards so I could stare into her illustrious purple eyes. "Once we rid this land of the Order, we can transform it into a Demon Realm, and it will become ours to control," she explains in a sweet voice. I place a hand on her arm and lower her finger from my chin. "That sounds great and all, but I can't really see myself as a ruler," I say rather timidly as I was standing in front of a Lilim after all.

Delilah scruches my face together and beams, "Oh it'll be fun, we'll get to decide the fates of the accused, lead conquests in the Demon Lord's name..."

She releases my face and dances around, "We'll be able to have sex for hours and hours due to your endless stamina, aaaaaannnnnd...."

Delilah stops dancing and leans in toward me with her fingers locked together, "We'll even have food served to us when we want it, no more waiting!"

I take a moment to consider. All of those perks that were laid out by Delilah did sound amazing, but a larger part of me told me not to accept. I raise a hand to Delilah and say, with a heartfelt tone, "All of that stuff does sound like fun but...I can't take it."

The extreme happiness that was once plastered onto Delilah's face collapses, replaced with a look of sadness and confusion. "So, you'd rather remain at that bakery where all you did was make goods for people?" she asks cooly. I give a simple shrug and reply, "It was the place where I knew myself best. I felt like I had a purpose in that shop."

Delilah raises a brow at me and says, "But you'll have an even bigger purpose as a king! Being able to serve under the Demon Lord is one of the greatest honors you could ask for!"

"And I don't want that honor. I'm happy with my position now," I say as I shake my head. Delilah folds her arms at me and asks, "How could you reject such a once in a lifetime offer?"

I stare off of the cliff at the town where my bakery lies and say with a smile, "Because, the best offer I could have been given lies right there in that town."

Delilah gives the town a longing stare before turning back to me. "Are you sure you don't want this? The Order is still gonna be a big threat," she asks me. "I'll work in that bakery regardless of who owns the town, how are the people not gonna get their yummy treats if I'm not around?" I reply with a bit of a stance of defiance. Delilah takes a few steps away from me and says, with her back turned, "This really sucks."

I walk up to her and pat her on her shoulder. "Hey now, I never said we couldn't enjoy each other's company right," I say. Delilah produces a slow nod. I fold my arms and say, "Tell you what, how about I bake a fresh batch of cupcakes for your mother? You can deliver them to her personally.  Think of it as me serving the Demon Lord."

Delilah's head turns to face me, her depressed expression replaced with one of upbeat hope. "You'd do that?" she asks. I chuckle and say, "Of course, anything for a friend."

We get back to the bakery and I bake a large batch of mouthwatering cupcakes. Delilah happily takes them and flies them off to the castle of the Demon Lord. A week later, Delilah returns with the brightest smile I've ever seen.

"She loved them!" she cries as she throws her arms around me in a hug. "That's wonderful!" I say as I hug her right back. Delilah looks to me and says, "My mother loved them so much that she wanted to make you her personal baker, but I told her that you'd probably turn it down. She didn't push the subject any further after that."

"Well, you were right to tell her that," I say as I give Delilah a peck on the cheek to which she responds by pulling me into a deep passionate kiss. Once we finish she says, "My mother has said however, that she'll start sending out orders for more cupcakes from you."

"Tell her that I'll be more than happy to do that, and you can have the honor of delivering them to her every time," I say. "And I'll be more than happy to deliver the goodies," Delilah says with a sly grin.

For the next few months, I bake large batches of cupcakes for the Demon Lord, and Delilah delivers them to her. Each round has been positive, and Delilah and myself have been getting closer than before, intimately might I add. I may have turned down a shot to become one of the most powerful people in existence, but I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than my bakery...and Delilah.