"So what are you Trezlan some kind of demon yourself?" We had found a flash light among the remains of what looked like a family of four (it was hard to determine exactly who was what, but it looked like four bodies, one of them holding the flash light), we had also killed four more claw monsters, which seemed to pause whatever was sending them after us.
"I don't know what would make you say that." I did in fact know what would make someone say that. Despite me trying to influence my reputation, it still exists as something good and bad. Some people think of me as a nice person out to help others, other stories refer to me as a nebulous evil that only exists to cause misery (I'm guessing thats Morley's influence, though my history of hating the short has of course lead to this as well, but as always screw shorties may your little limbs not carry you very far!)
"Your name has been around for a long time, guys around the bar say to either go to you if your in trouble or avoid you like the plague, and now that I'm working with you it seems both people are right." The steps down into the basement were littered with blood and gore, it was actually difficult to traverse them without slipping.
"I can't be both, you can't want my help but want to avoid me, that's just stupid." At the bottom of the stairs was the remains of a very large person, whatever had drug him down the stairs had apparently given up at the bottom, couldn't blame them, he was very large.
"Well you're weird yah? And you apparently have some kind of pistol that burns people alive and you have magic that burns people so that's two things that are scary, and then on top of that you refuse to just let things be, you seem to be the kind of person that never lets anything go, and I'm not lying when it seems like you have been around for over a hundred years but you don't look that old to me." Beyond the stairs I could see the recent construction that unearthed the evil, it looked like your usual underground glowing evil temple (in that that sort of thing is my usual speaks so much stupid about my life).
"Well I'm not a demon, I'm just a member of the cult of Trezlan, a group of magic users who imitate the great Trezlan Lorentino and continue on his acts of charity and vengeance." I didn't want to go into the glowing temple, but it was where the solution of this madness would be, well in theory anyway, who knows in reality.
"I don't buy that at all, you're some kind of demon."
"Well at least we had this talk good times, now shut up." She stuck her tongue out at me, but honestly we were stalking up on a temple of the damned or whatever, I didn't need her unneccesary conversation about how I am or I am not a demon. I'm clearly demon neutral. Neither good or bad.
Wait that sounds bad, just say not demon, there good... NEXT ENTRY!
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