Curious was the relative tranquility basting the ostensibly seared wood of Solvay. Alike the wildlife of realms above, creatures of humble size wove their individualized paths through the brimstone forest floor and twisting limbs of scorched bark. What devilry that might have possessed them was irrelevant for the only existing concern was that they were currently in the way. A relatively distant quiver doubtlessly drew an eye, though to no avail. Certainly, their unwitting structures ceased their movements, fell beneath a precipitated ominousness. Bestial eyes drawn to the ground resulted in the perception of an all-encompassing, growing shadow. All-too abruptly came a thunderous quake as a bombastic demon seemingly fled the very, hell-scorched skies above before taking his place upon the grounds below. Many were thorn off balance before quickly regaining it and scampering off. Those who chose to remain did not for long since immediate after came a sweeping roar, one he would sink into as he descended into an ire-ripe hunch. Afterwards, his space had been cleared. “There we go,” he growled.
How difficult it was to find privacy when you stood approximately two stories tall. These efforts of his were, of course, on his own time. Where did his thoughts lie? Well, of course upon the rediscovery of powers lost. Doubtlessly, an act of fate had led him to cross paths his Senhime, a demoness enigmatic, entwined within kismet’s myriad fabrics. Until then, fishing around within his own humanoid body bore no fruit. The reason? There apparently was none. However, now that he had attained what could easily be defined as a ‘power,’ he felt something would definitely come of it. That mindset alone possessed a power of it own.
“Just need to focus on the good old times,” Nieves assured. It was a tad bit strange to see the large boar of a demon with its eyes closed plop himself down within a slack sitting position. A tremble traversed the immediate surroundings before dying down swiftly.
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