[The Son of Hugo, the Death King, meant Emizel had a long reputation to live up to. And a legacy that he would eventually have to inherit. But someday, he was going to get there, and a new rein of terror would have to begin. Maybe just after humanity got over the threat of Nightfall.]
[Sometimes it was an older form of Emizel, resembling a bit closer to his father. Other times he just took on a more twisted version of his daemon form and attacked the first other living thing he saw. There doesn't seem to be too much discretion on who or what he chooses to lash out at. Though they might get at least one warning shot first, if they want to at least try to run.]
[B - Diary of a Wimpy Daemon]
[On the other side of the fog void lied a very tiny reaper child - no older than five or six by human comparison - who was doing their best to hide from everything, while on the constant search to find home...or find someone. Maybe the child had only been there for a short while, but somehow, he felt as though he had been searching for hours. Days even.]
I can't...I can't do it. I just can't. [He collapses on the wasteland floor and just starts sobbing. Not even thinking that his outburst was going to drive danger towards him. He startles himself when he spots a figure approaching.]
N-no, stay back!! [Scrambled on the dusty ground to get back up. His wings were too small to carry him yet, but he tries flapping them anyway to gain speed, or altitude, whichever needed to escape from the stranger that probably came here to hunt him down.]
Emizel | OTA
[The Son of Hugo, the Death King, meant Emizel had a long reputation to live up to. And a legacy that he would eventually have to inherit. But someday, he was going to get there, and a new rein of terror would have to begin. Maybe just after humanity got over the threat of Nightfall.]
[Sometimes it was an older form of Emizel, resembling a bit closer to his father. Other times he just took on a more twisted version of his daemon form and attacked the first other living thing he saw. There doesn't seem to be too much discretion on who or what he chooses to lash out at. Though they might get at least one warning shot first, if they want to at least try to run.]
[B - Diary of a Wimpy Daemon]
[On the other side of the fog void lied a very tiny reaper child - no older than five or six by human comparison - who was doing their best to hide from everything, while on the constant search to find home...or find someone. Maybe the child had only been there for a short while, but somehow, he felt as though he had been searching for hours. Days even.]
I can't...I can't do it. I just can't. [He collapses on the wasteland floor and just starts sobbing. Not even thinking that his outburst was going to drive danger towards him. He startles himself when he spots a figure approaching.]
N-no, stay back!! [Scrambled on the dusty ground to get back up. His wings were too small to carry him yet, but he tries flapping them anyway to gain speed, or altitude, whichever needed to escape from the stranger that probably came here to hunt him down.]