Hey guys long time no see! School has put me on the longest hiatus ever from doing this X_X anyway since this is going to be the very first M rated Princess Maker 2 story I'll just say this now. This story WILL GET DARK FAST, which in the case of any of the Princess Maker games can mean a lot of things. In this case I do mean rape, some torture and a lot of extremely horrific shit plus some very near death experiences that the 'daughter' I have created for this very story will likely be very traumatized by. Now because of the starting age of which she begins at in the game things are going to start out fairly tame. However as I said before this will get darker and darker the older she gets, you have been warned. As one last heads up the majority of the story will be from the daughter's point of view and only some small bits from the POV of the father. Anyway I hope you enjoy the story!

August 8th, 1210

Krayeuse Kingdom

My New Home...its better than the shit hut I shacked up in while on the road at least, although after getting a good view of the capital city's church cross from my window I realized very quickly why I've never been much of a pious man. It didn't mean I believe in the gods oh no, I've had my fair share of encountering deities several times during my journeys; However each encounter always had a different ending, with one time a goddess offering to sleep with me so she could bear my child. Which truth be told I still don't have a damnable clue what I did to make her lust for me so. Anyway with my current predicament from my last encounter after one of the greatest battles of my life had occurred against Lucifon, who was the Demon King of this continent, wait sorry 'the world' as the priest and sisters always say. Anyway as I was saying….

THE GODS HAVE THE MOST SADISTIC SENSE OF HUMOR EVER! Before continue that train of thought though let me dial it back towards the past. When I had first arrived in this Kingdom over a year ago now the region had already been plagued with war against the local monstrous horrors of the region. Not to mention bandits and slimy trash deflowering their poor poor young maidens. So I figured I could stick around and find work to score some coin before I went on my way. For a few months I was in pure stabilized bliss; hunting down a criminal one day, searching for treasure the next, even took down a clan of bandits with barely a small band of warriors. However things got worse after the demons showed up and it was then I began hearing from them how it was 'the will of heaven' for them to punish the Kingdom. I immediately realized that the local King and his Court had led the people down a dark path of depravity as they reveled in their own luxuries. And as this broke one in thousands of divine laws I heard spouted at me they were then being punished as such. Tch, this is why I've always hated nobles, they pay well but at the end of the day, most only care about power, status and more money. I had participated in the defense of the capital more than once and shared a bed with the local beautiful flower of a barmaid more times than I care to remember.

Except as fun as it all was I decided enough was enough, I packed as little armor and equipment as I could and grabbed my sword. I then proceeded to go over to Lucifon's camp doing my best to be undetected and dealing with any annoyances that met my blade until finally I walked up to the tent of the man himself. The poor bastard seemed about as surprised as I was that I had not only entered his camp with a minimal body trail; but that I had actually cared at protecting a bunch of disgusting nobles. What happened next was one I'll never forget, our duel lasted for an entire night and long into the morning as our blades clashed and lit the ground asunder from the very sparks emitted by our blades. It had been the longest battle of my life, and one I had enjoyed immensely. As Lucifon retreated with his forces to lick his wounds I could only lay there in the dirt and laugh as most of my internal skeleton was screaming at me from overexertion.

It was then later that night, as I stepped out of the palace to get fresh air and to rehabilitate my leg which had been broken during the battle; thank gods for busty healing mages. As I took a moment to catch my breath that was when I saw it; a massive streak of light shooting across the sparkling starry nights sky. As I had figured the comet in question was going to either burn up or crash I was surprised when I saw the ball of light slow down and settle on top of the hill. As of then I could hear a voice beckoning me forward towards the light. Curiosity potentially killing me faster than any arrow I followed the voices advice and stepped up the hill towards the light as the voice introduced himself as the deity known as Sol and began to tell me of their request. I was momentarily interested despite threatening my own personal principles of showing caution around gods until the ball of light seemed to dissipate revealing a tiny, thin young girl curled up into a ball, peacefully sleeping. And that was when it had hit me. THIS GIRL IS SUPPOSED TO BE MY DAUGHTER!?

Which brings me to the current point in the story now of which I sit here writing this while Cube, a young demon boy who helped me get into Lucifon's camp and carried my broken carcass back to the King's soldiers is now serving as my butler and tucking the little girl into bed. Worse yet in the short time when she awoke after Sol had left me with her she already began calling me Papa! PAPA OF ALL THINGS! Anyway I've decided to name her Louise, a name that had once belonged to a dear childhood lover when I was a young boy. Louise Dekrae...there was a time that would have brought me joy, now? I have no idea what to feel for this girl sent from the heavens…

Anyway I had better stuff away my journal before Cube or Louise find it, until next time.

Sincerely,

Fang Dekrae