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 stood there, staring at the other end of the hallway at the figure that was standing there. At that Undead that was holding that horrifying object. There was no doubt in Eiro's mind that this was the thing that had been standing on the Warden's desk the whole time. A dark, grim object that was turned into some kind of artistic piece.

The Demon ground his teeth and stared at the Undead while his heartrate accelerated. His eyes became bloodshot and were dyed completely in the color of this Demon's blood.

"Eiro? Eiro, is everything alright?" Nelli asked nervously, just worried for him, but the Demon didn't reply. He just raised his hand forward in front of him, running his hand through the notification warning him about his state of Fury that was caused by the 'Mark of Wrath'.

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