“I dare you to say that again you perverted old woman” hissed Mors in a voice laced with killing intent as he stood and slammed his hands down on the table, causing the room to fall into silence as everyone looked towards the commotion.

The entire room dulled as an icy chill seeped deep into the spectator's bones resulting in over half the inn’s patrons to flee out of the double doors and down the street. The only ones left inside the inn were high-level adventures, the Pathfinders and Ariel’s group. Due to the high-level differences or in the case of the adepts, high resistance to auras they were able to ignore Mors;s demonic aura.

“How can such a tyrannical aura come from one so young.” muttered a grey beard adventure as he finally gave into his instincts and backed out the door.

“Captain, you know who that is right? You not going to stop the pup from biting the hand that feeds us?” [Rock]

Sighing in resignation, Verz slowly stood up and started walking toward the adepts.

-”Can't even eat without him causing havoc. I am just glad he has managed to keep his tail and horns hidden. If they find out he’s a demon were are going to have a world of trouble.” [Verz]

Although demons were exceedingly rare out of the nomadic plains, their reputations were no less fearsome or savage. Stories were told of entire villages being slaughtered just to feast on hearts and newborns, slaughtering entire families and leaving a lone survivor just to see them drown in despair or enslaving souls to serve them in pain for eternity.

They were so hated and feared that in the Federation there was an active bounty of 500 gold on their heads. The only exception was to those serving in a military position under strict supervision.

The only reason the Pathfinders had accepted Mors was because of the absoluteness of their Captain's orders. Even now few really knew Mors and left him well alone. A demon was a strong ally to have but to most it was like being around a ticking time bomb and they actively avoided him like the plague.

To make matters worse, it was this bad without them knowing about his draconic heritage. Verz had purposefully withheld this information and while a few had suspicions, they thought he was just some kind of special demon variant or mutant. Having two of the most violent bloodlines in a single entity and then training it into a killing machine would not go down well, even if she ordered it.

“Shame he can't control his emotions, I wonder what the aura would be like when he finds a pr….” [Jade]

“STOP!” [Jim, Rock, Female Pathfinder]

“We do not need to hear more of your perverted musings! Keep them to yourself” [Rock]

Pouting Jade folder her arms and leant back. “You guys are no fun!”.

“Throwing your toys out the pram little demo..” [Ariel]

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*BOOM!*

The table separating the two suddenly turned to splinters, exploding outwards as Mors smashed through it like a hot knife through butter. Ariel reacted just as quickly and was already gracefully floating backwards after kicking off the floor with a smug look on her face.

-”Took the bait” [Ariel]

Before he was half way through the table Mors’s arm shot outwards grasping towards the young girl's neck aiming for the throat.

-”So predictable when he’s angry” [Verz]

The other adepts had been blasted backwards and could only watch as if it time had slowed. Flying splinters were slowly pushed aside as Mors’s face pressed forward revealing a terrifying snarl, arm outstretched ending in a scaled, jet black hand with long claw-like fingers slicing through the air. Sharp, knifelike bones stuck out from the finger joints and two curved blades extended from his wrist making it look like he was wearing a demonic gauntlet designed to turn whatever it encountered into mincemeat.

Small sparks of black light crackled as it jumped between the many spikes and dagger-like appendages, sucking the already dimmed light into them.

At his arms transformation, Ariel's  eyes twitched and the air between them started to shimmer with a white light as her blonde hair started to flutter in a non-existent breeze.

*BANG!*

With Verz’s hand pinning it down, Mors’s head was now embedded into a newly formed crater in the wooden floor. Bruce had the outstretched black arm in a lock while the twins had pinned his tail to the floor using a magic buried to avoid its razor sharp edges. The elves had secured his legs in case he tried to kick off or gain momentum.

Taking a quick glance at Mors, Verz quickly released his head and slammed her first to her chest in a salute while dropping to one knee, fully pin him to the floor.

“Captain Verz of the Pathfinders greets Duchess Leia of the expeditionary forces” [Verz]

The remaining spectators quickly repeated the salute and hastily exited. Only those with unimaginable power and cunning would be able to claw their way into the position of duchess of the Federation, especially one in charge of a whole division and no one wanted to be around such a monster. Even if they looked like a little girl.

“Aww that was just getting interesting, but I suppose he answered one of my questions” sighed Leia in an almost jovial fashion. “I would advise getting the weapons and leaving as soon as you can. It's just a rumour but a brigade of hunters are passing through to re-stock and this one's attitude screams demon.”

“Thank you for the information, we will complete our objective and leave” replied Verz as went to pick up Mors by his collar and leave. Although they were too early she wanted to get Mors’s soul weapon and get him out of the town before hunters started nosing about. The others could stay in the in tonight in preparation for the trial. Verz and Mors would need to camp in the forest.

“Not so fast, I don't hand out information for free. When he completes his trial I expect him to report to my residence for inspection. He has made me somewhat curious, especially about his bloodline” said Leia in a commanding voice that left no room for debate.

“I'd rather eat my own intestines while enjoying the burning in the pits of hell you perverted bitch!” [Mors]

Leia swiftly kicked Mors to the head causing blood to splatter up the nearby wall.

“I WILL RIP YOU TO SHREDS!”[Mors]

Another two kicks were needed for Mors to fall unconscious.

“See he likes me!” sang Leia before skipping out of the inn.

Verz looks down in pity at the unconscious Mors as his face swells and blood slowly pools around his head.

-”That was probably the last woman you wanted to attract the attention of little demon. Bat shit crazy doesn't begin to describe it.” [Verz]