Right?

The monstrous entity he considered cute was currently nuzzling into his hand, and as Damon brought Glacius into his arms, holding the Frost Worm as one would hold a beloved pet snake.

As he held Glacius, his scaly form began slithering across Damon’s form, releasing his levitation, as Damon lay upon the throne. “Huhuh, that tickles.”

Damon closed his eyes, and peacefully rested, though awake, with Ember and Dirpe beginning to make their ways to their usual spots, the former helping Lorelai to Damon’s to his shoulder, before resting herself.

Dirpe had begun crawling her own way up to Damon’s chest, latching herself onto his Blood Armor, and upon finding a soft enough surface, begin kneading her way into a comfortable resting spot, falling completely asleep within seconds of laying down.

Damon, quite bored on the throne, began visualizing Dirpe’s spot on the Blood Armor, and following his mind's image, an ornate terrace began to push its way out from the relatively flat armor which was coating Damon’s form.

The terrace was large enough for many people to lay about without a care, and with his intervention, he’d keep it stabilized, gyroscopically keeping the contents of the terrace firmly in place, in comfort.

It’d be both a comfy spot for his women, and a source of constant improvement for his Blood Bending, as his efforts might lead to a few levels in the skill.

He then motioned for the pair to board his hand, gently bringing them to sit within the terrace, a surprisingly comfortable area, despite its blood soaked composition, the surfaces starkly smooth, not being sticky to the touch.

The trio were laying around the bedding he laid on the floor, each immensely cushioned for maximum tranquility. Not long after they’d lain down, the other two conked out as well.

Damon opened his eyes, his gaze finding the slumbering trio upon his chest, he smiled a tired smile, and laid his head back, his eyes returning to a closed state, and attempting to find a peaceful slumber.

But before he could get into a rest, he felt a strange twinge around his brain, alarming him of something imminently coming.

…

Cassius, the First Demonslayer, Dragonheart, was a hero, through and through.

Summoned to this world over a thousand years ago, he had found friends and allies, and even a royal woman who bore a stark interest in him.

He was happy for his first years in this world, intent on training as needed for the threats that might come, till he was haggard.

Over the first ten years he had defeated many Demons and Devils alike, saving the Kingdom from certain peril many times, each time growing stronger and stronger, becoming more of a figure of reveration and heroism.

And that woman he’d met at the start, the first princess of the Kingdom, with their requited love, was wed to him after a mere four year in this world, making him a prince, and leaving him shocked but grateful, and leading him to declare his newly emboldened, eternal desire for his new home to continue to prosper, with his aid, for as long as he’d live.

And after fifty years in this world, he’d become a grand figure of the Kingdom, a mighty apostle for peace and prosperity, and righteous justice.

The King, who was approaching an age of ill health, began suggesting it may be time for his chosen heir to take over. Said heir was, for a time the King’s first son, though many of the court, and even the King himself, to the first prince’s despair, came to the decision of crowning Cassius Dragonheart as the newly inaugurated King, and finding no denial from him, he was chosen for real, taking charge of the Kingdom.

The first prince however, was not pleased, choosing to leave the Kingdom on a pilgrimage.

In the following years, the world around him was generally peaceful, not too many Demonic incursions were occurring, and those that did occur were dealt with, with relative ease.

And with his aid, and under his rulership, the Kingdom flourished for many more years, peace and prosperity following his ascendance.

But that couldn’t last forever, as eight years after his crowning, a fearsome Demonic incursion began.

With more than a million Demons, all from a variety of the Nine Hells, with each and every one of them possessing might at least at the Greater Demon level. And at the head of the horde, was a familiar, vengeful face.