Sat across from a shivering girl, wrapped in wet clothes, a topless Mors was burning the end of a branch in the small fire that separated them.

Now he looked carefully, Mors was astounded that he ever thought this girl was actually a boy. Although she had tom-boy like short, cropped, violet hair, all of her features screamed femininity. Her amber eyes enhanced her long eyelashes, and her small, red lips were almost perfectly shaped. -"When she grows up, I am sure she will be quite the beauty."

"You're cold aren't you?" Breaking the awkward silence, Mors finally spoke causing the demoness to jump. "Nn No I am not cold."

Raising his hand, the flame from the fire rose high into the air before surrounding the frightened girl in a flaming whirlpool. "PLEASE DON'T BURN ME! I'M SORRY, I'M COLD I'M COLD!"

Mors replied in a monotone voice. "Shut it... I am drying you. Do you want to catch a cold?"

Immediately silencing, the young girl realised the flames were not burning her but causing waves of warm air to bombard her body, rapidly drying her clothes and warming her up.

As quickly as it started, the flames returned to the small fire, and Mors shakily lowered his hand, breathing heavily. -"Tsk, I can't even do this without exhausting myself, I know it's not my primary affinity but just how weak have I become..."

The girl looked at the floor. "Thank you... master."

"OH NO YOU DON'T. You're not lumbering any of that master, slave shit on me. NO! I will remove your collar, and then you can be on your way." Yelled Mors the moment the word 'master' left the girls lips. "I will never own another creature... not even a pet."

Mors' outburst had startled the little girl, who was now on the verge of tears. "But I have no one. Not even a place to go."

"Not my problem, I kind of messed up your life at that town, but I have given you a chance at a new one, a better one, so we are even. What you do with it is up to you." Said Mors as he picked the stick out of the fire and gritted his teeth.

Pushing the glowing embers into a large wound on his side that was still trickling blood, he let out a low growl before returning the stick to the fire to reheat and began muttering. "Why am I not healing like I use to... An injury like this would be healed in a couple of hours, if not Verz would have killed me a long time ago."

"So are you saying I should do what I want to?" Said the demoness, grimacing at Mors' painful act.

"Yup, do whatever you want... just don't tell anyone about tonight, I even contemplated killing you and burying the whole thing." Said Mors as he stared into the fire. "Five more wounds that need to be cauterised... If those bandits were not already dead, I would kill them all over again. I really need to learn soul magic, that way I wouldn't have to worry about killing people before they got what they deserved."

"I know soul magic. Take me with you, and I will teach you?"

"You know soul magic?" Mors had a look of disbelief.

The demoness smiled. "Yes my class is Soul Weaver, I am a Ronove Demoness specialising in the corruption and harvesting of old souls. My names Kara, what's your's ma.. fellow demon."

Mors frowned. "Old souls? like those who have been reincarnated multiple times?"

Visibly relaxing, now she knew Mors had no ill intentions, Kara began speaking freely. "Hahaha no, everyone knows that soul that are powerful enough to be reincarnated are too dominant to be controlled. We target souls that have lived a long time and close to passing on."

Letting out a sigh of relief Mors leant over the flames, ignoring the warm sensation licking his arms and grabbed the collar around Kara's neck.

"W..what are you doing?" Stuttered Kara, closing her eyes as she immediately lost the confidence she had built up, flinching as she heard a metallic snapping noise. -"He's broke my neck, I'm dead... just like that, after all, I have been through."

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Slowly opening her eyes, she saw Mors once again sitting on the other side of the fire, breathing deeply as he prepared to burn himself again. Placing her hands on her neck, she realised her collar was gone. "It's gone... I'm free."

Her gaze immediately snapped to Mors who was once again growling in pain, her eyes almost glimmering in admiration. "You freed me?"

"I said I would didn't I? Now, why don't you tell me all you know about demons, I haven't actually met any of my own kind before."

"How old are you?" replied Kara in pure curiosity.

Mors looked up as he tried to put the events into order over the last week or two. "Two years and a month or so... I think... I don't really know how long I was unconscious in the dire wolf den."

Kara couldn't contain her shock, missing most of what Mors had said. "TWO YEARS! You're that big and powerful at two years of age? What type of demon are you?"

"Draconic demon," replied Mors in a matter of fact tone.

"That's impossible; there is no way you're a dragonic dragon. The bloodlines are too volatile to merge. You're pulling my leg at the whole thing, aren't you? I bet you're a lot older than two years as well... how can someone 1/10th my age be so much stronger than me?"

Mors sighed before slightly turning and letting the firelight illuminate his tail. "Pretty dragon like tail, wouldn't you say?"

"So you could just have some mighty snake's blood as your heritage... doesn't mean you a dragon."

Mors took a shallow breath before blowing a small ball of flame at Kara, causing her to fall backwards. "S...so you could just have fire as your primary affinity and have picked up a fire breathing skill."

"I am sitting here without being affected by the cold even though I am a reptilian while you were there shivering away."

Kara looked hesitant. "Maybe you have some sort of Ice skill as your secondary affinity... but wait, I saw you use darkness earlier, and you can't possibly have three. That's it your absorbing the heat using dark mana to heat your body."

"I don't have to prove myself to you... It's clear you have no information that will help me anyway,." huffed Mors, slightly irritated that this little kid wouldn't believe him. -"What do I have to do, turn into a full blown dragon and kidnap a princess?"

Feeling like she was about to cross the line, Kara decided to chance the conversation topic. "So where are we going? And you still haven't told me your name? Do you have a status plate?"

"We are not going anywhere. You are going far away from me... As a fellow troublemaker, I can spot the signs a mile off. I want you nowhere near me; I can cause enough mischief on my own."

"I know soul magic."

"So I am sure lots of people know it." Snapped Mors as he looked away.

"I know about the second evolution of demons?"

Mors was getting annoyed by this game. "Yeah so do I, it's just like the first but requires more power."

"Nope, At least I know you were telling the truth about not growing up with any other demons. If you let me come with you, I will tell you everything I know."

"How about you tell me and I let you live?" snarled Mors.

"You said I could do what I like, and I want to come with you. You're not a Wekufe demon are you?" Smiled Kara as she watched Mors' resolve begin to falter.

Mors eventually sighed and let his shoulders droop in a defeated manner. "I liked you better when you were timid and obedient."

Kara let out a cute chuckle. "I don't believe that for a second. The only reason I can be this way around you is the buff from your passive abilities. Normally I can barely talk to people, even my mas.. my old master."

"A positive effect of my abilities?... What the hell are you talking about? I have seen my status plate; they are all negative."