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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Argorsim

Eiro pushed open the door in front of him and stepped into the bar. A few people turned around, and some of the locals quickly recognized him as well. The Demon looked around the room, and immediately felt quite angered by what he saw.

There were certain special plants and materials that only appeared during an equinox or solstice scattered around the place, preserved and turned into decoration.

"What's the meaning of this?" Eiro asked with an annoyed frown, looking at the hide of a Winterbeast that had been hung on the wall. The flowers that were standing behind the bar and along some of the pillars in the center of the room, just hanging off it as decoration.

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