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Flauros or, Allen as he's been calling himself lately, is currently walking down the city sidewalks, whistling a mindless tune from ages past. So far it's been a good day, and the demon is wondering what he should be doing now. He could see Iris, but he's not much in the mood of teaching now. He considers unleashing a torrent of his fury, but doing so would be too easy, and Flauros is never one for 'too easy.'
He continues walking, for the most part ignoring the other people around. Occasionally he gets looked at by someone, but he just grins, and continues walking. He knows that maybe a few people know what he is, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care if people know that he's a fallen angel, a demon. To his mind that's better than being a human, a weak, inferior child of clay. These new thoughts make him frown for a moment, but quickly brushes the thoughts aside.
He's now close to a bar, and he's sorely tempted to enter, but there's also the library that Flauros had been wanting to visit. He's standing there contemplating what he should do. Drink, or read. Drink, or read?
He continues walking, for the most part ignoring the other people around. Occasionally he gets looked at by someone, but he just grins, and continues walking. He knows that maybe a few people know what he is, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care if people know that he's a fallen angel, a demon. To his mind that's better than being a human, a weak, inferior child of clay. These new thoughts make him frown for a moment, but quickly brushes the thoughts aside.
He's now close to a bar, and he's sorely tempted to enter, but there's also the library that Flauros had been wanting to visit. He's standing there contemplating what he should do. Drink, or read. Drink, or read?