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 looked at Partax somewhat annoyed. Actually, he was more than just annoyed, he was getting sick of this. Once again, he was expected to be able to read that old man's mind to figure out what it was he was supposed to do. But once again, Eiro couldn't read minds. But instead of just repeatedly getting angry, he figured he might as well try something similar.

The Demon glanced at the mechanical legs that Partax was mounted on, as well as the inscriptions placed on them. They were tiny, and to most, it would probably just look like the surface had been randomly roughened up a bit. Though Eiro was able to see the tiniest scratches on the inside of the inscriptions.

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