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.

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Wraiths

Mikey, the Will'o'Wisp, one of the first two undead that Eiro had created just a few months ago, floated up to Partax excitedly. If he had a heart, Eiro would be able to hear it beating louder than drums at a parade.

"I'm a huge fan!" Mikey exclaimed, trying to stretch out his ethereal hand. Currently, Mikey's body was still a far cry from that of a regular person; his whole, roundish and slightly oblong, body was the size of a person's torso, and had just two hands floating nearby. He was made of mostly black smoke that seemed to solidify in certain places, at least allowing him to interact with things. His sister's body was similar, just that she was made of white smoke. Overall, even if they were still clearly recognizable as anything but people, it was still clear that they were once human.

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