Imp:Devil Born

Chapter 9: Time to Travel!

The sun had begun to fall.

Dusk would soon arrive in six hours and Valor had to deliver Gris back to his home before leaving town. It would be a quick goodbye without the actual goodbye, nonetheless, Gris was hung over Valor's shoulder, the demonic figure sprinting across the back streets and alleys.

When we leave town are going to have to sleep on the dirt? Dom asked out of pure curiosity.

What is wrong with sleeping on the ground? Michael had a bit of a love for the outside, being in nature's domain, he was such a creature to enjoy it.

Of course you would think that! You are dirty creature! Dom fought Michael's enjoyment.

FUCK YOU! Dom was struck by Michae's loud intense fuck you.

"Fucking hell, shut it you two!" Valor was pissed off at their antics, so he quickly gave silence to their remaining words. "Finally, we are here..." The demon arrived to the home of Gris, placing him down by the door. "Sorry for leaving so soon and with saying good bye, but I have goals that go beyond this town..." Valor knocked on the door and left with swift speed, heading back to the forest that he had once left.

Damn this new life, having to sit in mud and sleep with the bugs! Dom cried.

Why do you complain so much? It is so damn annoying! Michael was being driven more insane by Dom's whining.

"Night should come soon, so we must find somewhere... comfortable to sleep..." Unsheathing Black Knight, Valor cut down a tree to carve into a bed, truly a good use for his sword. "I am making a bed, so do not complain, Dom..."

I may not like it overall, but better then nothing! Dom gave a smile from inside their mind.

Slash!

Slash!

Slash!

The tree was cut down with every slash until Valor became satisfied with the overall length. He was no carpenter, actually, he sucked at making anything by hand unless it was by magic, this is why he missed his wife a lot, she was so good at everything, cooking, sewing, fishing, crafting, repairing, leathering, and most of all, taking care of their daughter. She was a wonderful mother, a wonderful part of his life.

Are you reminiscing, Valor? Michael spoke up at Valor's concerning lack of movement.

"Yes... yes I was..." Valor grew cold, grew a bit more sad.

Snap!

The cracking of the twig alerted the demon, his minding turning on by adrenaline and clearing up to initiate attack mode. Mana raced through his lifeforce veins, Valor conjuring a wind blade to fire at the direction of the sound, hoping to decimate whatever made that sound.

"AAAHH! Stop it! Stop it!" A voice Valor recognized became clear to his mind.

"You the hell are you?! Come out!" The demon became more alert, wanting to get rid of the possible threat.

"Fine! Fine! I'm coming out! Please don't kill me god dammit!" A figure appeared from behind a bush, with black hair, green eyes, a blue fur coat, and black pants with a bag strapped to his back, it was the swordsman, Valen. "Remember me? You almost killed me before? I really don't want to almost die again!"

"Valen? What are you doing here?" Valor calmed down, not because he recognized Valen as a familiar face, but because he knew he could defeat the guy easily, even if his eye and senses were covered.

"Doing the same as you, getting out of town after you convinced me to kill Harris!" Valen had a right to be pissed, he was going to be hunted like an animal. At the same time, it was his buried wrath for his boss that convinced him to land the final blow.