The cloaked protagonist walked for hours, looking for a place to rest in the alien town. He kept attracting strange glances from the strange people. As he looked around, he saw that they all looked humanoid all with variations of all looks and colors. Some had bad or bird wings on their backs or wings for their hands, some had horns, others had multiple eyes and many more that it would take me forever to just describe everything. Then again, that would raise the word c-no! no...

Anyways, they all had one thing in common. They were all female for some reason, and they all looked at the cloaked man, with eyes glowing with desire. The man saw this and started walking faster through the town, attracting constant glances as he passed building to building. A few of the women started to walk behind him from a decent distance, unnerving him. As that distance started closing, he started speed walking. Speed walking turned into jogging, jogging turned into running and running turned into a full-on sprint for his life as he ran through the streets, the women staying on his heels the entire time.

Eventually, two appeared in front of him from seemingly nowhere, aiming to trap him and have him cornered. In a humongous effort, he jumped over them...only to be snagged by one of the winged ones and tackled into the ground hard. Dazed, his vision faded in and out as many of the women then started to swarm him, filling his view until everything went black...

Then he woke up. In a bed. He frantically looked around, only to just see the usual and familiar look of his bedroom. He frantically looked outside, only to see the familiar look of his village that he lived in. From the dirt roads to the electric lamps that were just invented, to the people and the wooden buildings, nothing seemed out of place. Relived he was in no danger, he went to go freshen himself up in the bathroom and prepare for the day.

Through the mirror, he could see his reflection despite the obvious wear on the frame. A decent height of 5 ft 10, light European skin, brown hair that was combed forward, its tips just past his head. He had an average build, leaning slightly toward the lean side. Slight defined muscle showed through his shirt, gained by his daily workouts to stay in shape. He stayed staring at himself for about a dozen minutes, before shaking his head and going back to cleaning and grooming himself. He never did have the best attention span, but at least he was smarter than most of his peers around him.

Finished, he went downstairs into his small but nice and clean house and made himself a nice breakfast before going out to work. He made clothes and tools for his customers and loved it. The freedom that comes from self-employment, be so thorough to follow his customers demands to the literal letter and stitching, the happiness on their faces when they see the quality give he charges so little compared to companies for.

He also loves the fact of how he never knows what one could ask him to fashion. His only request is that the materials and instructions are ready for him on request, so magic users and mythical beings also take a chance on him and leave more satisfied than they ever thought. It was one of these err...magic users that came to him with something particularly, well "interesting".

He had already received the letters coming in, one per day. From them, he pieced everything together. The old Demon Lord has been defeated by a succubus, who in turn became the new DL. At first, he thought this was a hoax since his major supply of revenue came from the mythical beast that came through the door, simply because they somehow were also wealthy with rare artifacts and gold. Soon, then he saw those creatures walking in, now looking more female with varying features. They said his name and gave greetings of familiarity, then explained that 'she' has done business with the man before and were now 'mamono' which was the new term being thrown around.

Despite this, his business never slowed, just now he sometimes got lewd glances from his new mamono customers as the watched over his shoulder and snuggled with him when he took a break amidst work. It was a weird and new custom that everyone soon started doing, but he eventually got used too it. During all this, the letters started coming more, each explaining with more and more detail each of each part of the new and apparently royal dress, and each time promising that the material would be ready once the DL comes for the start of the making of the dress. He was getting excited, each detail he received he arranged and pieced together the dress on a board he bought.

One day, while he was working(and a harpy was snuggling with him from behind and watching), someone knocked at his door. Opening his workshop door, he saw a slime in a maid outfit carrying cleaning supplies. "Um Hello," He said bowing to the slime. The slime patted his head and held a book in front of him. "It is a book that lists all the different types of mamono. I was told it might be useful to you." She said as the man took the book. He flipped through it, intrigued when he saw one that looked like the maid. "Oh, you are a Shoggoth. Hello."

"I have come to clean and get your workshop and home ready for our Demon Lord to stay," She said, waving the cleaning supplies around for emphasis. The man was confused, wondering why someone so grand would like to stay in his house. Nevertheless, he let the Shoggoth clean. Over the next few days, his shop was closed as different groups of mamono came to do something to his house and is wardrobe. Wrights came to fit him into new clothing fit to be presented. Pharaohs and Mages did a variety of spells on the house, claiming it was to either "purify" or "corrupt" it. Orcs provided guard to the workshop to make sure no one went in. Giant Ants remodeled the whole house and made an entire basement, making it look fancier that he would have ever thought it would be.

On the day of the visit, a high orc woke him up. Kikimoras cleaned him fitting him in is clothing, an a Youko made him a meal for breakfast. Eventually, everyone finally left and let him be alone for the first time in days. "Wonder when they are going to come," He said out loud as he got one of the new books off the shelve and read. A few hours later, he heard commotion and chatter going on outside, and a knock on the door. Nervous he opened it to see the Demon Lord in all her glory.

"Welcome to my h-house your highness," he said awkwardly, bowing in her presence. "Please stand up. So you are the famous blacksmith everyone has been conversing about?"

"Yes...yes I am. Please come in."

The Lord and a male knight came in behind her, which the blacksmith presumed to be the husband. The three went around the house, the blacksmith giving them sort of a tour of the completely remodeled house. Right when the tour ended, the DL cleared her throat. The blacksmith turned around to see her looking through his personal drawer, the one thing he requesting no one to touch. He started to speak up. "Um, I don't think you would l-"

"What's this?" She said holding up in one hand a necklace with the order Lescatie emblem, and a picture of him and someone else. "I didn't know you were from Lescatie," She said glaring at the Blacksmith. He felt the glare bore into his skull as if he had done something wrong. "I lived there during my c-childhood, then moved here a few years ago..." He responded solemnly looking down to the floor. "It was one of the few things from my childhood I took with me." She put it back, her face losing her glare and looking like before. They left the house and went to his shop, the blacksmith staying silent the entire way there, but brightening in mood when they went through the shop doors. He then sat in a working chair and turned around smiling, obviously waiting for something.

It took the Demon Lord a few moments to catch on. "Ahh yes, I almost forgot." She snapped as two dragons came into the room, carrying a large box and placing it down in front of the blacksmith. He opened it, seeing every single piece of clothing need to pull off the royal dress. Even the tools needed. "It's beautiful," he said as he went to grab one of the tools. He felt a tingle as he held it in his hand, probably from the excitement. He stared at everything for a while until he heard the DL clear her throat. "I would like for you to start immediately." She said as she sat down to watch, gazing with curiosity for how quality could be achieved.

Just like everyone else, she was not disappointed. As he tailored the golden and purple silk together in an intreget fashion. The time in breaks he used to make notes on where to modify the dress. How for once, she finally saw how the carpet matched the fucking drapes. Every detail focused on with inhuman efficiency and precision.

Most of all, with dedication and heart. The blacksmith loved what he did, and it showed. What would normally take regular production just under a week to achieve, and him normally a few days, he did it in a matter of hours. Everyone looking and guarding the room oohed and ahhed as she tried it on, fit and snug perfectly. Which is when the lack of sleep and eating(which he willingly skipped, despite advice to stop), finally caused him to fall asleep right on the floor...

He jumped awake looking around him. He then realized that he was in his bed, and now wearing a nightgown. "Did you sleep well?" He heard someone say to side. He turned his head to see a Mindflyer, laying in his bed right beside him. "You feel asleep right after our Lord put the dress on. She was quite impressed," She said, licking something white off one of her tendrils. She started talking again once she finished cleaning off whatever was her. "I was given the fantastic job of rewarding you Calice. So I did what I do best..."

"Wait. How did you know my name was Calice?" He said suddenly jumping up and off the bed scared.

"Relax. While I was err...inserting certain thoughts into your dream, I dug around in your head too and gave that information to the Demon Lord. She wants you to go up to her castle in a while."

"Is that why I was dreaming about sex?"

She nodded yes.

"Ok, but what about my village? I like it here."

That's when she got up and went beside the window, point out. The blacksmith we will now call Calice looked out. She saw no humans, only mamono.

"Don't worry. The males are still human, although the would be busy for a while. Everyone else either fled or became turned into one of us. Your village is now apart of our dark realm," She finished, smiling brightly at the changes as she turned to look at which is now an empty spot beside her. She turned further to see Calice laying on the bed faced away from her.

"Don't worry, this was for the be-"

"Was it?" Calice retorted softly, hurt by the fact that the village he knew was gone forever.

The mindflyer's smiled soften to a frown as she tried hugging him with all her tendrils to make her feel better. "You will eventually grow to like it. This is just the beginning of the growth of our kingdom." She said, sticking two small tendrils softly in his ear and kissing the back of his head, happy when he started turning his head.

"For now Calice, let us just focus on more of that reward we earned..."