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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Eiro kept Kristoph's body tightly locked down, and couldn't stop the slight smirk forming on his lips, "I don't know what you're talking about. You sure you're not just overlooking it?" he whispered, and Kristoph's face went pale. It went pale, despite the fact that he was being choked out, and his head should be as red as the blood flowing through his veins right now.

Kristoph kept struggling against Eiro's lockdown, but soon realized that there was no choice for him beside to give up. He tried to whisper it, and Eiro quickly complied, letting go of the fellow lecturer. The two of them looked at each other for a moment, and Kristoph stared at Eiro's chest, where a heart should usually be beating, "Are you... dead? What is this, necromancy?" he asked, but Eiro just shook his head. He slightly waved his hand and created a barrier of air around them that would block the conversation from leaking to the students.

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