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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777 Chs

On the Stag's back

Eiro walked into the gardens, quickly making his way to the stables. There, in his wonderfully cushioned bed and temperature-controlled private area with as much food and entertainment as he could possibly need, Lugo was sleeping.

The moment that he saw Eiro, he stood up, his antlers almost scratching the ceiling of the stables, "How are you, boy?" Eiro asked with a bright smile on his face.

Lugo replied with a loud bellow, nuzzling his snout into Eiro's neck.

"You alright? Being a lot more affectionate than normal," the demon replied, but Lugo just pulled back his head and stared deep into Eiro's face, "...You were concerned, huh? Yeah, I'm sorry that I've been leaving you alone this much. I've just been quite scared to take you along, you understand that, right? My growth has been... unique, to say the least. You're not a fighter, you don't have any ways to protect you on your own. I don't want to see you get hurt."

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