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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Taking over from the inside

"Gobo, look here. What was this part called?" Eiro asked while looking at the Hobgoblin, who leaned in closer and looked at the open, gaping wound that Eiro had opened up on John's hand. Gobo thought for a little while before looking down at this own hand, rubbing it with his fingers a bit.

"The... Trique... Triquetral bone?" Gobo asked nervously, but Eiro immediately shook his head, although he did have a smile on his face, "Close, but no! This is the 'Pisiform' bone. It's directly connected to the Triquetral, though, so I'll let that pass." The Demon said with a light smile on his face, and Gobo looked back at Eiro with a bright smile.

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