Demon's Virtue

"Bleh." - Imp An Imp, a monster known to kill with a grin, a demon of the world, a creature of incredible might! Something that no force in the world can stand against! At least that's what the Main Character would like himself to be, the reality is very different, however. Exactly that Imp stumbles along a path of unfortunate fortunes and grows through it, in a world that hates its very existence. It grows more intelligent, more powerful, simply better at whatever it needs to do. Amongst other things, that includes raising children, killing Soldiers, and carving wooden figurines for money.

DiceVR · Fantasy

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Father

"What are you talking about..?" The Light Elf asked, just staring forward at Eiro in complete confusion. It was as if his mind and body had both shut down in response to what was currently going on, which was the only reason that Eiro could actually sling the Three of Swords around his neck so easily to take his mask off. "There… there's no way you're really that monster… That little piece of shit…" James muttered quietly as he stared at the Demon in front of him, although Eiro just glared back, sick of the sight in front of him.

"Why is there no way?" He asked, "Because you don't want me to live? What a coincidence, I feel the same about you." Eiro pointed out pressing his hand into a fist as the three of swords slung around James' neck more tightly.

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