Devil's tale

Devil's tale chapter 17

Mormir wore a hooded cloak tightly wrapped around his shoulders. The hood was large and roomy, as to not snag on his horns, which luckily for him, were shaped in a way that a hood could easily hide. He walked in disguise through the festive streets of Jeddin, scowling from the shadow of his hood at the ignorant, happy humans all enjoying themselves. His plan had already been set in motion, all that was left for him to do was activate his spell and he could take action. His magic didn't come from art or from intellect , like a minstrel or a wizard. It came from a deep connection to his hellish blood and from a sort of twisted, anti-prayer he offered to his demonic parent. He supposed with a small, ironic smile, that he was not much different from the clerics he hated in that regard, praying to an invisible, unknown, extra-dimensional entity for power. He knew his biological father had likely been human. Naturally born devils were rare, as not many ever married or reproduced. It was far more common for a demon or a hellish magic to influence a pregnancy in some way. Mormir had never found his father, as anyone who could've told him who he was was dead. Thinking on his frustration that he'd never gotten the chance to kill his father personally, the green devil ordered a bier from a nearby stall. He used magic to hide his face and disguise his voice. He downed the alcohol with euphoria. It had been too long since he'd just had a good, cold bier. Maybe he should stop by the local tavern before killing everyone, next time he came across a town, he thought to himself. He kept walking, there was someone he was looking for. The trap he had planned would only work on humans, and he knew for a fact that there were a devil and goblin in town who could very well throw a wrench into his plans. There was another reason, other than just wanting to neutralise him, that Mormir wanted to speak to Avarice. When the minstrel had first sent both of them to the astral plane, Mormir had felt violated and angry, but since the spell had worked both ways, he'd also seen into Avarice's past. He couldn't help but feel something new for the minstrel, after having such an intimate experience with his soul. What he felt exactly, he didn't know, but he hoped to find out when he confronted Avarice again. He was also curious about that goblin that followed the minstrel around. What was he after? Why did he stand by Avarice like that? Mormir hadn't known many goblins in his life, so he had to admit, he was curious to speak to this one. Though he also felt some anger towards him, since the goblin had been quite the thorn in his side with his stealthy way of fighting. Mormir walked on, still alone, as he'd always been throughout his journey. There was a part of him that wanted to unveil his bladed wings and begin slaughtering the laughing humans around him. How dare they be happy? How dare they smile and laugh like that when it was in their nature to do what they'd done to his mother? But even Mormir knew that this feeling was unreasonable. It wasn't as if he believed every human in the kingdom deserved to die. He was on a quest for vengeance and revolution, but he wasn't planning on genocide. He chuckled and shook his head, a little embarrassed that he was feeling this silly impulse to just start slashing and killing. He wasn't ashamed, by any means, he knew full well that it was humanities fault he was like this, but still, the feeling was silly and unreasonable, and he had to keep his eyes on his true goal. He looked at some children, playing a game where they had to try and throw a horseshoe around a rectangular pillar. He wondered if the children knew the game was rigged. He saw one older boy, seemingly around twelve, toss a horseshoe and it almost seemed to land around the pole, before falling to the left and clattering to the ground. Mormir wondered if such games had ever happened in his old home. He would've never known, having always been trapped inside. He shook his head and walked up to the children. Without paying, he grabbed a horseshoe and tossed it at the pillar. It nearly landed, but this one to, tilted to the left.

"Almost, mister." Said one of the kids.

Mormir surprised himself by chuckling. "It's rigged, kid." He replied back.

"No it isn't!" The child insisted.

"Oh really? Let me show you." Mormir grabbed another horseshoe and with a smile hidden in his hood's shadow, threw it. Again, it missed.