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

Nowhere To Be Seen

Quietly, Eiro just stared at the Stag and its child, the latter still being quite weak on its leg. While it was still larger than a normal fawn, considering the size of its father, it seemed just as helpless. Slowly, the Imp tried to stand up and looked across the river toward the Stag. The Imp really wasn't sure, but he felt like it was happy or grateful toward him just as it turned around. "You're leaving again?" Eiro asked quietly, and the Stag slowly turned around as it huffed some air out of its nose and a few times started to look back and forth inbetween the Imp and the forest behind the Stag.

"Do you want me to... follow you?" Nervously, the Imp stared forward at it, his heart beating so fast and loud that it seemed like he could hear it pump his blood through his body, and the Stag seemed to nod its head up and down before simply turning around and pushing its snout against the behind of the fawn to make it move.

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