Ayvir, had just finished a spell out side the city in the wilderness, that made him look, smell, feel, and exist in the likeness and manor of, a Human. His fair elven appearance, now shrouded in a spell, wrought by the Daemons of Envy, And Lust. Such a spell, could not be detected by normal means,a nd would require the eyes or senses of a demon to detect. To try and break the spell, ould be folly, as only someone at the equal power of The Daemons that cast it could break it....and not many humans have ever lived, who could.
Ayvir felt his ears, the now pointed, knife like tips now replaced by rounded, soft, squishy.....human ears.
"Humans...so proud and full of themselves....A fledgling race that believes they are the rulers of this land....if i wee in a murdering mood, id show them just how powerful an elf, more specifically, a Drow, Elf, could really be, and smash this tiny town to the ground with a single spell....but that would be no fun. instead, id like to smash it with my bare hands. But that is not why im here...im here to have "civilized and organized fratenization, so i can feed on these's people's sins......it disgusts me i have to eattheir ins to exist....i mean, why not just eat them?" he grumbles to himself.
He straps his clothes and armor back on, and strides into the city. For hours he wanders and walks, watching the people around him, and absorbing all their sinful thoughts and actions and emotional energy. He walks the entire city, until nightfall, when his stomach growls for real food, and real drink.
He observes the buildings around him, and sees a nice tavern. he smiles, and walks in saying to himself
"time to have some real fun."
The tavern ispacked. he saunters in silently, the towns people gazing at him, staring. they know he is a wanderer, a vagabond. they see the huge sword and spear , and the 9 inch dagger he wears. they hear the clink of the ail of his armor , when he sits down at a far corner table. he remains stoic, and glares back those staring at him, sending a dark feeling of dread into those that lock eyes with him, whom soon either turn around, or get up and leave. When a young bartending lass walks by, he slaps her on the buttocks firmly and says
"Four Pints of your strongest ale or mead, with whatever kind of food you serve.....bring it back fast, and i shall give you a wild night to remember."
After this, she hurries off,a nd is blushing, but take sa while to complete the task he requests. While she is off gathering up his food, a man walks over.
"That is my sister, good sir! you would do well to apologize!"
Ayvir chuckles and looks up at the man.
"So, that town trodden piece of meat is your sister, eh? From the smells of her, she isnt as innocent asyou think. i bet you 100 gold pieces, she has whored around with every young man who comes into this tavern ay night, before the elder folk arrive. and probably does it in the room where the ale is kept, standing up, like a little whore., moaning and begging for more sexual pleasure, while covered in her client's juices. So, good sir, what am i apologizing for? For slapping that whore's ass? for ordering a drink and food? or, am i apologizing for her being a cheap, 2 copper piece village whore, who probably has caught gods know how many diseases form her slutting around?"
At his words, the man strikes at Ayvir. He simply moves his head to the left justa bit and the man strikes the wall. Then, with one movement, swifter than the man can react, ayvir punches him in the diaphragm, slides behind him, and breaks the man's other arm, by twistying it in such a way, the shoulder pops out of place . he then kicks the man to the floor, and sits back down, cleaning his hands with a kerchief.
"The fact you attacked me, means my words are true. So, you attacked me for telling the truth. i only broke your arm...and dislocated your shoulder....you still have a dash of honor left...i suggest YOU apologize to me, and beg my forgiveness, before i decide that your life, not your humiliation is what i want."
sniveling and in agony, the man does so. ayvir smiles. "good...now get out! and take" she had just re entered the room with his food. he stood up and took it from her, sat uit on the table, and swatted her buttocks again, this time groping her hard. "your little whore with you!"
he released her, and she ran out crying, her brother limping after her. The others inside the tavern, whohad seen and heard the whole thing, where now staring at him. with a single sneer, he sent ninety nine percent of them packing, leaving only a few burly, big, strong men. he begins to eat what was brought t him, quite silently,and paying no attention to them. One of them gets up and walks to his table.
"You act like you run this place...but you dont. i saw what you did to poor Tiegs. You goaded him into hitting you, so you could make a spectacle of him. You made him beg. He's a Friend of mine, and...i dont much appreciate what you did."
Ayvir looks up, and whispers something in demon tongue, very faintly. The man doesnt hear him...but any demon within the vicinity, and the specific demon he summons, does. It is a demon of insanity. it posses the man. he breaks a window with his fist, and grabs a shard of the glas. while ayvir watches, with nothing short of a smirk, then stone face, the man begins to cut his face and chest to ribbons. his friends get up and try to stop him, but by the time they finally get the glass from him, he has Already gouged out an eye, cut his vocal cords, and given himself so many grievous wounds, he dies. the other men, run scared, screamingfor help. again, ayvir speaks in demon tongue, and sends after them,a demon of plauge, , and it gives them a disease which kills them the minute they find a guard, foaming at the mouth, and screaming wildly, so as to seem mad.
He then sits back down to eat, when he feels a pairr of eyes, staring at him from behind. he sighs.
"what do you want?"
