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 slowly walked through the hallways of the manor and stepped toward the closest door that he could remember. He tried to not think about anything. Nothing at all. He didn't want to use any of his knowledge, any of his memories, nothing.

The Demon made his way through the snowstorm that was still wreaking havoc throughout this whole town and just walked. He walked and walked, until he simply didn't anymore. Eiro sat down in the snow and pulled his knees toward his chest, "I'll just wait it out... It's just a week... And then, I can figure out how to make them remember me as well..." Eiro whispered quietly to himself as he closed his eyes.

He sat in the snow, dedicated to just sit there for the next week without moving, speaking, or even thinking.

The cold hit his body from all directions as he sat there without a single thought in his mind. He was just trying to meditate, to clear his thoughts and to let nothing happen around him.

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