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killandrecycle[The former demon general was seated upon a small hill overlooking a road outside of a small village. It was not the sort of life the former demon general had expected when she had declared the extent of what she was capable of. She had promised an army of the dead to her newfound master, and had expected such a promise to win her favor and accolades instantly. But yet, here she was. She had not been offered the help she had expected to gather her 'army'. She had already managed to pick off a few farmers, the remains of which stood mindlessly behind her, awaiting orders.]
Its been HOURS, are those peasants going to stay in their hovels all day?
[More then anything, the part that frustrated her was not having the power to simply storm the village and kill them all at once. Of course she didn't think she was in any danger, but until she had enough of a force to defend her, she would remain cautious. No pig farmer concerned her, but knowing there were others like her, all of whom she knew nothing about, in this world made the arrogant girl show a caution she normally would not. If even a single one of them escaped her wrath, she had no idea who they would tell. So she had to take things slow, and hated every boring moment of it.
Finally her patience, if it could even be said she had any, paid off as a man emerged from one of the houses and headed towards the fields near the edge of the village.]
You'll do. I'll recycle you into something far more useful then you are now.
[Without even moving from her perch, she fires a small blast of magic at the man, killing him before he even realizes what is going on. A mist forms around his body, seeming to seep into it, and then, wordlessly, he stands back up, and begins to walk out of the village towards her. As the former farmer trudges towards her, a sigh escapes the girl.]
This would go SO much faster if they'd just give me some soldiers.
Its been HOURS, are those peasants going to stay in their hovels all day?
[More then anything, the part that frustrated her was not having the power to simply storm the village and kill them all at once. Of course she didn't think she was in any danger, but until she had enough of a force to defend her, she would remain cautious. No pig farmer concerned her, but knowing there were others like her, all of whom she knew nothing about, in this world made the arrogant girl show a caution she normally would not. If even a single one of them escaped her wrath, she had no idea who they would tell. So she had to take things slow, and hated every boring moment of it.
Finally her patience, if it could even be said she had any, paid off as a man emerged from one of the houses and headed towards the fields near the edge of the village.]
You'll do. I'll recycle you into something far more useful then you are now.
[Without even moving from her perch, she fires a small blast of magic at the man, killing him before he even realizes what is going on. A mist forms around his body, seeming to seep into it, and then, wordlessly, he stands back up, and begins to walk out of the village towards her. As the former farmer trudges towards her, a sigh escapes the girl.]
This would go SO much faster if they'd just give me some soldiers.
