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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733 Chs

Walking on Eggshells

"I welcome thee. Please, act like you're at home. Meaning, respect this space and don't break anything, you hear?" Lognir told everyone as Eiro just lightly smirked. The Demon turned his head toward Armodeus, who seemed rather keen on observing this legendary being in front of him a little bit more.

"Sorry about him, he's a Craftsman. He seems rather interested in your scales." Eiro explained, and the elder Dwarf turned his head with shock in his eyes, "E-Eiro, don't tell him that!"

"What? It's true, he would have figured it out sooner or later anyway. It's not like you're doing much to try and hide it." Eiro pointed out, and Lognir started to chuckle softly.

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