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.

DiceVR · Fantasia

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777 Chs

A Fake

Eiro stood there for a moment. He would have attacked the Devil instantly if he didn't realize that this wasn't his real body; just something like a projection of sorts. Obviously, the real devil's body wasn't anywhere near here.

"What do you want? Why would you come here?" Eiro growled, and the Devil scoffed, "I was summoned here, was I not? I was given a blood offering, after all."

With a click of his tongue, Eiro flicked his wrist toward the Orc whose blood was used to summon the Devil. A thin stream of water left his fingertips and enveloped the Orc's hand, quickly healing the wound on his palm, "Get out of here," Eiro said in a commanding tone, speaking in Orcish. The guard wanted to do just as he was told, but before he could even fully stand up, the Devil had already placed his hand onto the monster's shoulder.

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