On a burning continent that had far too many active volcanoes. There was a white demon. His black horns contrasted his white almost pristine colour. His eyes were blacker then the abyss. Where he once had wings that were undeveloped he now had nothing. For he forsakened the will to fly. His short height and hairless face gave him a youthful charm. He was not content with his outer appearance and wished to return to a more dignified form. Something that he long since grew accustomed to. A greying hair and a full beard. With that, this wasn't the most pressing issue.
The man grew homesick and wished to see his family. He missed his son and daughter. His grandchildren and even his old friends. Would they be overjoyed if he came out under the bed and ask "did you miss me? Look I'm no longer dead! Hahahaha!" Or would they be scared of his sharp teeth. Mortified by his strange elongated fingers. Or perhaps the terrifying black pits that he called eyes would end them the same way he left the world? A heartattack and a one way ticket to the next life cycle. The man... I mean demon, sighed. He felt perplexed. How is he going to mingle with humans and make his family believe him? They saw him being buried with their own 2 eyes. Maybe if he can talk to them and make them listen he will have a chance but with that appearance he was more likely to attract the attention of the FBI and other foriegn agencies. How did his line of thought always ended with his family being afraid of him...assuringly he thought that When he will be able to accomplish world travel or dimension travel he will surely be able to master an illusion or two. He tried to cheer himself. But there was some minor matters that all ways ,prevented that...
"Don't come near me!!!! STOP!!!!! Please stop,please..."
A dead imp. Fell as John ripped his soul. Another down only 5000 more to go.
Death. More death. A mountain of dead imps.
he wasnt even trying...
Let's go back a few days. before imps and other lesser demons started to cry and talk to him.
They just happen to come running towards him. Maddened by something... He didn't have clue. So he proclaimed. He could only guess. Was it his white unnatural skin that attracted them and pissed them off... He crossed that option 2 weeks ago. A few days after the Vorse accident. He noticed how he was attacked by everything that came across him. He tried to attract his aura... his mana signature... He even tried to squeeze his soul. The outcome? Stronger demons emerged... Currently only small fries tried to attack him. As to why when he tried to suppress his aura it only did the opposite. it was probably that his aura repelled all that were capable of sensing it. Yet he couldn't pin point the exact thing that pissed them off.
Once he suppressed himself he still met only the weaklings but the day after he met someone else and had his first conversation in this world.
"£&+&£/30485+£(£#¢=^°|{`}¥}¢[™✓".
Or so it went. before he tried to fire something at him. He could sense the atmosphere change and the spell took form. If a normal Magus would look at it he would be stupefied. For it was a spell of the 4th tier. And the demon quickened it. But it was still to slow. As John felt that this could threaten him. He stopped suppressing his soul and his aura emerged. The terrified gentlemanly demon wet his pants and John took his soul. The spell fell apart and a huge amount of mana errupted. Indeed it was quite dangerous if he caught him by surprise. After that he stopped suppressing his aura. He wasn't ready for this, he preferred to just stroll around without encountering any danger and devour anything that might come his way. Although the imps didn't present any new knowledge but it still strengthened his soul.
That until he met Mr fancy pants. Indeed he perhaps devoured dozens if not hundreds of imps by now but he didn't feel that much stronger, yet once he devoured a single soul of a high tiered demon he was thrilled.
This soul of a high tiered demon that might have lived for hundreds of years could only increase his soul by a meager amount. He purified the soul. Ate it and felt nothing different. Dr He guessed that the reason why he was able to get a higher form is because his soul was originally stronger. hence his power somehow affected his body. He deduced.
He thought that knowledge is a key to the strength of the soul. And the soul was the key to a being's intellect and processing speed. He wanted to experiment on the connection between the soul and the body but he needed a suitable guinea pig. He once tried to force an imp to use devourer on another imp. It went like he expected it to happen while he didn't see any physical changes to the corpse. Further experimentation is needed and more suitable guinea pigs are needed. During these 3 weeks he didn't seem to grow in strength. No matter how much imps he killed or how many souls he devoured.
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Another demon was running... And with a "plop" it fell. Lifeless.
"How do human mages grow stronger". I need to learn how to speak the demonic language and then 'ask around'.
His efforts of interacting with the system continuaslly failed. He thought there might be something as useful as a menu that allowed him to acquire any language that he wished for or better yet any magic.
Of course there wasn't. The system was placed in order to monitor the inhabitants of the planet and perhaps guide a select few so they would do as the gods wish.
It was never there to help. Only to impede all that could threaten the supremacy of the gods.
It's been well over a month. Let's see what our hero has been up to.
John's point of view:
currently In front of me was a crying hot babe that screamed. I am a dignified gentleman so it's not what you think. Honest to god. More importantly then me being a gentleman, I still had Evangeline in my heart. Lets return a few days ago. I saw that the classy demon had clothes and I figured that I could take his shirt at least. Or maybe his hat. Why? Because I was still nude and I started to resemble a human being. I had nothing covering my privates and it was embarrassing to walk like that.
Imagine, all day long for the past weeks now I was nude and hunted like a savage. Perhaps even worse. At least they have those loincloth.
I slept in the occasional cave. Killed the occasional imp and scared the living hell out of everything that seemed like it had more then 2 cents in its head. Seeing huge ogre's screaming like pathetic little girls could send shivers down the spines of the bravest and calmest of men.
Anyways I thought I could snatch his shirt seeing as he no longer needed it. I saw that when his corpse vanished so did his clothes. His corpse vanishing isn't new. As seeing as we demons are 100% magical beings. The mana that is no longer bound dispersed and the small amount of ashes simple flies in the wind. The clothes are apparently similarly constructed. Btw the physicue technique that Vorse had just allowed him to condense more mana in his body. Thus making it tougher. This aspect also allows demons can posses living beings but I don't know how to do that yet. We can't posses objects. And we can't go threw walls. So if you want to wear clothes you can but you can also wear what I like to call ,mana clothes. Yesterday I finally made fabric out of mana. As I only needed to picture it ithought it will be easier. After about short 50 embarrassing fails I made myself black pants.
The shirt is a complex object...it took me well over 100 tries to make it.
I decided to forget about the shoes. It wasn't worth it.
Today after more then a month I lost my tail and my fingers are normal now. Except for the horns and eyes I might look like a human teen. A very pale human teen. The most important change is my power. I could store alot more mana in my body allowing me to create larger and more complex designs for my magic. While having a stronger body to boost.
It seems that my process of information capabilities grew with it. Magic wise and reflexes. I could probably go in a frontal colition with some of the smaller supreme.
With all this power I still feel chained. I wanted to experiment creating small black holes. A nuclearexplosion and other modern concepts. But I don't seem to have enough power nor control. I thought that if I'll evolve again to this "holy apostle of destruction" I'll have access to some neat magic. It's fun and all and my space and time magic seem to be around the corner of the next evolution. But this current form seems a bit... Off.
I said something about a babe haven't I. She accidentally flew over in my direction. And started speaking in the demonic tongue. I asked her politely if she could speak English.
Perhaps not politely. You see... Not speaking to anyone except to my dear imaginary audience didn't do me any good.
Physically im completely healthy. psychologically...
Now:" WHy Can't yoU speak English?!?!?!"
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"WHY!!" It's not like its a dead language."
She tried to get up. Firing a spell at me. By the aftermath of it I could establish that she was stronger then an imp. Maybe even stronger then Vorse. I don't know and francly I don't care... I didn't even feel the need to dodge it.
An explosion that wouldn't make a naplam bomb embarrassed...
She seemed shocked by the fact that I'm standing complety fine. Bitch I'm a demon what did you expect! I was born from fucking lava... I gazed at the beautiful flames as I approach her. It's a nice spell, ill memorize it. I think it was the same rank as the spell that fancy pants made earlier.
I restrained her with a bit pressure of my soul. I don't want to kill her. Seems my aura also became stronger.
Her terrified look just made me angrier.
"ANSWER ME BITCH WHY"
"38_+_8£9485!!!!!!"
"STOP TALKING."
I smiled to her whike trying to make a nice impression.
...she started bawling and lost her strength. She couldn't stop crying..
MY. NAME. IS. JOHN. WHATS. YOURS?"
She shet herself... I stopped as the stench reached my nose. It woke me from my desperation.
"I'm sorry". I let her go and turned around. Ashamed.
She ran. flew away at high speed.
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