Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-27550231-20161006042020

Eri looks deeply into my eyes and I for a moment I feel as if none of this ever happend. Her horns and glowing eyes melt away, the pigment in her skin slowly returns and everyone comes back. I'm snapped back to reality when she grabs my hand giving it a gentle squeeze. "As you can see I've fared quite well due to my... conversion. But you, the years have been kind... Too kind." She stands up grabbing my face and carefully looking it over. "You haven't aged a day... So the rumors are true."

I grab her hand and cup it with my own. "Depends. What do the rumors say?"

Eri: "Well... They say that you're more or less immortal... and... and well that you... you take the life force of all the mamono you kill to stay alive."

"What? No! I'm not some kind of magic death vampire!" A look of relief comes across her face. "But I am nigh immortal... I can't die until I kill the demon lord..."

Eri: "You what! Then what are you doing here? Why aren't you going into the capitol realm and finishing your job!"

"What? You want me to go and." I quiet down after I feel the booming of my voice. "You want me to kill her?"

Eri: "Well not really. But if that's the case then why are you here? No one important ever comes in here. Save for that white bitch who took you all away from me..." There's a moment of silence between us as she realises what I'm planning. "You're going to kill her aren't you?"

"I have to. If I don't she'll be the most likely canidate to take the throne. And if she does we'll be in a worse position than what we were originaly in."

Eri: "What about the other Lilim? Won't they come in to try and finish their mothers work?"

"Yes... they'll try that. But that's a risk I'll have to take, if only I could convince them to take a more moderate position and slow the mamono advance. Then and oly then could we try and barter for peace."

I take a large swig from my glass downing it in one go. Eri pours me another glass, the red chunks of strawberries swirl around the vortex forming in my pint mug. She sets the pitcher down and silently stands next to me, small droplets of dew slowly flow down the pitcher. Monster realm birds chirp in the distance, singing songs similar to that of a gandharva. Her breathing has gotten heavy and I can feel the tension between us. "I can take her place... With your help, I would wish to be the next demon lord."