Owlriel

Devouring Light

Same here, oh and if you want you can play a high priest of Gluttony’s temple.

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The imps watched from up above as she talked to the master of the temple. Seeing her reactions to the simple generosity that their lord and master provided. Why would he entertain one such as her? To convert her perhaps? They didn’t know for sure, and they didn’t like it. It made them hiss angrily making their bodies tense.

Asran sat alone in his bedchamber a warm towel over his face. He had made himself a plate of food to eat. But, for some reason found himself at a lack for an appetite. That priestess was a problem, it meant more of her ilk were gonna come poking their noses here. Or his own people could see her as a threat to him, and attack. “God, I hope she doesn’t put that holy symbol back up. For my sake, I really don’t wanna have to go back,” he grumbled.

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At the priestesses touch Asran felt a spark of her holy power. Surprising him somewhat that she even had such power. He thought her a simple priestess not one with a soul carrying actual light. It made his nerves go on edge, even tearing a little growl from him. He coughed into his hand quickly clearing his throat. He straightened a bit offering a cheeky smirk, “I know I didn’t, just call me mister mayor. Or mayor for short. You have the address, you should be okay to find it on your own. I’ll be taking my leave now miss priestess.” He then bowed his head to her slightly then took his leave.

He needed a snack, and a nap. Could this day be any more tiresome? He ran a hand through his snow white locks of hair. Rubbing at the back of his head. He summoned lesser demons to his side hidden by the shadows. “Follow her, but do not engage. Unless you want to get vaporized,” he told the imps. They nodded quickly, and disappeared.

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“Well that simply will not do. Why not ask the local butchers for food? Then again I suppose you’d not heard all the rules yet. One of top ones being let no one starve. If you asked for food at the local butchers they’d provide it to you easily. The city is literally where the word Cornucopia comes from.” Asran rubbed at his forehead sighing deeply. Then grabbed a slip of paper, and slammed it on the side of the house, and pulled out a pen. He quickly jotted down an address, and held it out for the priestess.
“Go here, and your food needs will be taken care of. Just, make sure not to wear your holy robes. Seeing as it’s a small offshoot temple dedicated to lord Gluttony’s generosity. Yes I know Gluttony and generosity shouldn’t go hand in hand for some of you holier than though types. But, even he finds feeding his people worth it. As happy, healthy, and well fed people provide more goods. Than poor, sad, and unhealthy people. Simple truth he probably learned over an incredibly long life,” he said.

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Asran smiled at the priestess as she removed the holy symbol. His nerves slowly calming down now that it was gone. He turned back to see the women dancing in the streets. “Probably practicing for the festival tomorrow night. The one thing the outside cities don’t allow. The so called “holy” cities. They stop women from having such freedoms. Their often terrified of leaving their homes without being escorted by a man. Or dressing how they wish to dress. For fear of being stoned to death by your supposed holy men. Who hide their depravity behind fancy words, and lies. This place... is freedom. There is no need for lies as there is no judgment. Only a set of simple rules to follow. Do not murder or hurt another without good reason, never harm a child, let no one starve, and do not insult the lord,” he said. Then turned away chuckling faintly when he saw children playing in the street. They weren’t afraid of anyone hurting them. They ran past Asran waving to him as they giggled. “Break those simple tenants, and the lord shall come. He shall come, and consume all that you are, and all you could have been.” His eyes faintly glowing for just a moment before he blinked.

He turned to look at the priestess again, “now that you know these rules. I expect you not to break them. Would hate for you to get swallowed up.” Asran smiled brightly at the girl. “Oh, if you’d like why don’t you swing by the festival. There will be a lot of delicious food to be eaten. After all Cornopa City is known for the best food in the world.” He winked at the priestess.

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“I am what you could call the mayor of this beautiful city. I’d make you regret it by having you arrested. Honestly the prisons here well they’re honestly the worse. At least last time I checked, could have changed. Don’t really know people typically don’t get arrested unless they’ve harmed children,” Asran said with a simple shrug. “Lord Gluttony finds it disgusting to harm children. Despite how lawless our city may seem. There are still certain laws that must be upheld.”

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Asran was panting due to his feeling of enraged annoyance. He had to stop pulling for a moment because his whole arm was going numb. He shook his arm trying to regain feeling when the door opened. He shot a death glare at the woman then pointed to the holy symbol. “That’s not allowed in my city. Remove it, or I’ll make you regret it.” The glare intensified on the gorgeous girl.
Wait gorgeous? Wasn’t that going a bit far? Asran shook his head slightly, and looked away with a huff. “Look just remove the damn thing from outside the building. Do whatever annoying thing you want inside. But, don’t catch me seeing any sort of effigy of yours that isn’t devoted to the demon lord Gluttony.”
Honestly he loved it when people prayed to him. Delivering all sorts of scrumptious foods to his temple. Where his priests picked the very best for him to enjoy in private. His favorite being living sacrifices, humans, elves, and even dwarves. Didn’t matter who, they were all delicious to consume. The added bonus of pure power he got from them.
The effigies were more of a point of pride for him than actually something that gave him power. It was what helped him to see they all knew who it was the worshipped. Though of course no one knew he was lord Gluttony the effigy only showed him in one of his very old, and very showy demon forms.

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Yeah I hope you got the second part I edited in. I tend to do that.

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Well I was thinking she’s a missionary.

I was mostly saying pre world war 1 for a sorta time frame. It’s gonna be a complete fantasy world. With magic galore. But, it’s more common for normal elemental magic to be a thing. Dark magic, and Holy magic are reserved for beings of beings with souls born from immense darkness or light.

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Asran walked down the streets of a bustling city, his city of sin. Where feasts, and festivals were a common occurrence where everyone was encouraged to let their inhibitions go. But, lately a light had moved in, infesting his beautiful home. It annoyed him to no end, but at the same time that light fascinated him. Unknowingly it drew him towards it like a moth to a flame. Often he thought it was just the powerful urge to snuff it out, like a candle. Finally, he found himself standing in front of a dingy run down building. It had some sort of holy symbol on the door.
“Tsk, they even defaced a building. Will their misdeeds know no end? Jeeze,” Asran said. He rubbed at the back of his neck immensely annoyed. He walked up to the door looking for a way to remove it. He touched it, making a numb pulsing current flow through his hand. It was the holy power flowing through the symbol he quickly found it difficult to remove.
“The hell? Is this thing super glued on? Well not like that could usually stop me. But, seriously?” He quickly had to brace his foot on the door as he tried yanking the thing off.