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's foot twisted out of the way, dodging Shimour's kick. He retaliated with a sweep of his own, but the Master of Stealth simply jumped over the attack, punching down from above while using the whole weight of his body. But Eiro was able to quickly pull himself out of the way, soon straightening his tail rapidly to stab at Shimour, who had, instead of still going for the punch, diverted to using his momentum and weight to shift himself into another position. Eiro's stinger just barely missed his face, a few drops of venom actually hitting Shimour's skin.

He scoffed as he wiped the acidic liquid from his face, leaving behind a deep red spot. For anyone else, that would have already burnt you down all the way to the bone, but Shimour's resistance was still ridiculous.

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