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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A Single Touch

Eiro was floating within the sea of shadows as he glanced at the crow. He could see their expression, and the way that they glanced down the hallway. If Eiro just kept on playing around like this without actively engaging the crow, they would just run down the hallway and catch up to the others, killing them while Eiro wasn't there. That's what he could gauge from that deep gaze.

With a click of his tongue, Eiro swam around the cave's shadows, dropping from a stalagtite's shadow down onto the crow from above, "What an annoying little brat you are," the Demon pointed out, "Even my eight year olds don't have attention spans as short as you."

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