Chapter 105: The Implock – Chapter 99 – “Waking Anew”

∼ Waking Anew ∼

Chapter - 99

Waking from a deep slumber anew, a wave of demonic mana was expelled in every direction as if burst from a bubble. The newly inaugurated Vainlord felt himself brimming with power. He had barely moved, yet he knew he fundamentally was different - strange new sensations coursing through body and mind. It all felt... different. Stronger. Prideful.

He raised his hands to see not wiry and clawed fingers, but firm and strong hands. Even in the darkness of the cave, he saw his pristine red skin as clear as day, its glamor greater than ever before. "This is..." He paused, startled. "-new..." No longer raspy and shrill, he was surprised to find his voice light and smooth. Not quite human, but not quite impish anymore either. If he had to pose as a human now instead of a gnome, he'd have to learn how to control his voice lest he be outed for what he truly was.

As the newly-minted greater demon rose to his feet, a dashing smile came to his lips. However, it soon faltered as his eyes narrowed. Thoughts of a previous past - running about in the world as a lesser creature - fraternizing with inferior beings - and carrying himself in a humiliating series of events, ran through his mind. The Vainlord felt... disgusted. This Eric, that Aria, those humans... lesser lifeforms. How could he ever have called himself prideful all that time? Before now, he had allowed such embarrassing behavior. Nevermore. Nevermore. Once he returned to that degenerate human den, Boreas, he'd find those two and everyone who had gone unpunished for sullying his pride. And then he'd... he'd... kill them?

The Vainlord's frown deepened.

Something wasn't quite right... These thoughts. They weren't his... This pride. Was he it? Or it - his? Who... was he?

Turmoiled thoughts wracked the demon's head. Then a memory surfaced. One of a small, musky room, morning sun rays spilling through windows and across old floorboards. A soft but smelly bed. And two figures. A pointed-eared redhead and a punchable curly-haired human.

"So, what about a name? Would make it easier for us." One said. "A name? Hm," The other mused. "I was thinking that anklebiter-" The human so rudely tried. But the elfen girl shook her head, cutting him off. "No. Nyx - we will call him Nyx."

Nyx, ah - that was right. He was Nyx, the magnificent red. These invasive thoughts and the pride that had taken a life of itself. It would seem that the Vainlord evolution Nyx hadn't been quite done with him yet for robbing it of its manhood and dignity.

Too bad for that dickless prick, for this demon wasn't going to let anyone mess with his head! He was not a slave to his pride. He did not bow it - it bowed to him!

Nyx's dashing smile returned, just ever so slightly more impish this time.

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