"And you've earned it by asking!" Demagogue smiled, knowing that this man was obviously expecting more. "Too many demon-summoners expect us to be their subservient. That respect will take you far in life, little human, especially in future dealings with us." The skeleton snickered, his stupid time pun he found extremely enjoyable somehow. "My name is Demagogue, perhaps you've heard of me. God of Destruction, Lord of lies, Demon of Deception... I have many aliases." His eye-socket shrunk as if it were an eye winking, a knowing grin on his skeletal face. "But then again, most of those come from people who refuse to do business with someone like myself." The demon lowered his head next to the man's ear, as if to tell a secret. "Between you and me, I don't think they appreciate the competition..." The skeleton laughed lightly, as jolly as a bag of bones could be before returning to the matter at hand. Demagogue smiled even wider as the man (now known to him as Nasrin) told his story, one ancient and very familiar.
I am prince of this and such, kicked out of my kingdom and now want it all back... The demon would have rolled his eyes if he had any, but instead settled for the lights that served. It mattered not his reasons nor the intentions, but this man was just as uninteresting as the rest who asked for such things. The only minor twist was that, in addition to getting his little kingdom back, he wanted all history of everything else erased. Poof'ed, gone from the history books so all future generations would only know him as their divine ruler of hell or whatever title he preferred. At least, that was what he thought until this man suggested a great magical taboo: Time-Wizardry. He actually, physically wanted to go back 14 years to stop something from happening. 14 solid years upon which the demon had already built the foundations of his plan. This would not do at all. Demagogue smiled strangely at the man's request as if he didn't quite understand what he wanted.
"Well, happy 20th birthday, Nasrin. I'd take you somewhere but..." The demon looked around and shrugged, his shoulders rolling in their sockets. "...there doesn't seem to be anywhere else to go. Besides that... let me get this straight... A bastard son (the fatherless kind) wants to reclaim a kingdom he's wronged... not by earning their trust back like the hero he claims to be but... through the cheap escape of Time Magic..." Demagogue's tone was obviously judgemental and harsh, seemingly offended the man would suggest such a thing. Based on everything from his hair to his boots, Nasrin was what anyone would attribute as a good-guy or, more specifically, a "Pretty-Boy" good-guy, the kind that do any form of heroism no matter how dirty and somehow come out even more good-looking than before. At least, that's what Demagogue attributed him as. He disliked being proved wrong.
"Are you gonna run from your mistakes so easily, little man? How long can I expect before you call me again? One year? Two? Perhaps I should cause a bit of calamity amongst your people just to see if you'll "reset" again. What do you think? Sound like fun?"