PhoenixMire
ᛚᚨᚦᚢ:ᚹᛁᛞᚢᛉ:ᛖᚱᚦᛟ
The demon shook his head to clear his thoughts. He was here on official business, and he needed to concentrate. One of his fellow Messengers had reported something disturbing - about the humans searching for a way to overthrow their gods.
It wasn't all the humans, of course. Malri suspected it was only a small group. And he doubted the humans had found anything yet. The gods were hard to kill, after all.
Sucking in a deep breath, he forced himself to concentrate, using his shadow magic to spin an illusion of humanity, hiding his many clearly demonic features. He knelt to peer into a puddle beneath one of the many pine trees around him; his reflection looked convincingly human. He was still terribly pale, but his hair was black instead of green, and gone were his ram-like horns, black scleras, and faun-like ears. Flashing a grin at his reflection, he saw that his canine teeth were still a bit too sharp, but he'd never been very good at hiding his fangs. He supposed he'd be fine as long as he didn't grin too widely.
Suddenly he sensed something strange in the air. His head jerked upright. What was it? It was a presence almost like his own - and yet vastly different. It was magical, but not demonic. Eyes narrowing, he got to his feet, venturing out from between the trees and into the cobblestone streets of the nearby human village. There was something inhuman here, he could feel it.
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