Owlriel

Devouring Light

Several children came screaming and laughing out a building. Several very weak espers following after them. They were wearing little adorable uniforms. A woman was following behind she had a several scars on her face. Without them she’d be gorgeous to behold. But, the scars marred her beauty. “Children be careful. What would lord Gluttony think if he saw you nearly tripping over one another,” the woman called.
The children slowed slightly, but still giggled. They began playing in the park as the espers danced around them playfully. Several of the children were eating snacks. They looked up the tree at Ayrie, they smiled and waved at her.
The teacher walked over to the tree, and smiled at Ayrie. “Who are you,” she asked kindly. “I am Nadia, I run the summoning school.”

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Asran watched Ayrie run. Feeling like a ginormous idiot, of course she didn’t have any say in coming here. Her elders said go so she came, because she wasn’t as strong as them. It was often that way with holy churches, or really any churches in general. He needed to apologize to her for being such an ass. But, how? He motioned Markus over to him quickly.
“I need you to do something for me. Teach her magic, don’t tell her I sent you. Tell her whatever reason you want,” Asran said quietly. Markus looked shocked at his lord. Only for Asran to shoot him a serious look. “As you wish,” he said. Markus was one of the very few that knew Asran was actually lord Gluttony.
Now that Asran had her teacher prepped to give her power. To ensure that she had more choices of her own. To allow her to truly protect this city from her church. He now needed to do something that looked like him actually apologizing. But, what? He doubted she wanted to see him right now.

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I’m glad, and yeah he can just be a random NPC

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“And there in lies the problem. What sort of assistance would be needed here? What in this city is not provided for? What do you possibly believe we need,” Asran asked shooting to his feet. He was growling with rage it was beastly. He soon realized his inhuman reaction, and took a deep calming breath in. Then slowly exhaled it out. “Look, I welcome everyone to this city. No matter who they are, or who they were. So long as they do not try to destroy the happiness of this place. I have no problem with them. So just be careful with what you, and your church does. As the last time missionaries came here it hurt a lot of people,” he said calmly.

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Asran couldn’t stop the small laugh that came out of him. As Ayrie was just so adorable, “well the bath houses are very accommodating. If you got the Shigusa Bathhouse I can cover the cost for the full spa treatment. The servers there are very good at pampering. Even I go there from time to time.” He smiled brightly at Ayrie. But, his smile was hiding his rage.
More priests? Dammit, this is gonna be a problem. Maybe I can kill them before they can get here? No, it’d look suspicious.
“So who are these so called priests? I sincerely hope you tell them the rules when they get here. I’d hate for something terrible to happen. Then again they’re probably set in their ways. So chances are I suggest you get the money from them, and send them away quickly. I don’t want this city being the center for a holy war,” he said.

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Asran turned to look at Makus a brow lifting slightly. Markus was a powerful spellcaster plus someone Asran appointed as a protector of the city. He slowly lowered the children. Patting them on the back gently, and excused himself. The children giggled and ran off to go play elsewhere. While still staying out of the way. Asran took a seat near the priestess. Keeping a healthy distance from her as to not get zapped again.
“So, hows your day going Ayrie? Heard you were gonna head to the bath house. Guess the old building your staying in has yet to get all it’s plumbing installed,” he said leaning back on his hands.

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Asran sighed deeply rubbing at the back of his neck. He was looking over more city plans. Trying to figure out how to get showers, and baths inside of the much much older buildings that laid in the old district. He had showers, and baths pretty much everywhere else. Thanks to the use of artificial magic stones supplying water, and heat. A marvel to most, but an easy feat for his city. As he had inventors who’d run from the holy cities occupying his home. They’d easily put his city miles ahead of everywhere else as far as technology went. Which made his neighbors jealous, and more than once had they tried attacking. Only to be met with some of the world’s strongest mages, and golems. They’d quickly learned attacking his city was suicide. Though he did miss the occasional PoW snack time.

Asran was exhausted he hadn’t slept a wink the entire time he was looking over documents. The bottle of wine he’d had was long since empty. He let out a long suffering sigh, and rubbed the bridge of his nose and eyes. “I need a break,” he grumbled. Then stood up needing to go for a walk to stretch his legs. When he stood up he heard and felt a few uncomfortable pops. “How long was I sitting for? This is why people think I’m sloth I swear.” He rubbed at the small of his back then left his office. Going to street level for a walk around the city. To see for himself how his modernization programs were running.
Quickly he found himself in the old district by the temple dedicated to feeding the poor. He walked inside to take a look, and see if anything was needed. He waved hello to the temples priest smiling at them. Eventually finding himself helping out to pass out food. Which then turned into playtime as giggling children, and ran up to him wishing to play. One grabbed onto his powerful bicep, and Asran lifted them up easily. Making them giggle as he was used as a personal jungle gym.

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That makes sense to me. Though maybe I should play the priest? I was thinking you could so we could have our characters interact more. So it’s be easier to post.

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The imps seeing the symbol wasn’t hung yet made their way into Ayrie’s home. They watched her sleep their beady blue eyes glinting. Thinking about ending her life before she woke. But, a spark of power flitted through their heads making them back away from the priestess. As their master had sensed their desire, and was displeased they dared even consider going against his orders. They found homes in the dark corners of the building keeping their eyes on Ayrie’s sleeping form.

Asran sighed out in annoyance. “Damn imps,” he grumbled. “Who’s bright idea was it to give them a sense of free will again? Whatever, so long as they don’t try that again with her it should be fine.” He stood up removing the now cool towel from his head. He set it on a silver tray held out by an attendant. He grabbed a bottle of his favorite wine, and poured himself a glass.

He sipped it slowly as he walked to his office, where there were fresh documents on his desk. Along with another attendant who stood up to greet him with a low respectful bow. He lifted the documents in his free hand. They were pertaining to the farms within his providence. His power allowed the soil, and waters to flourish with life. Allowing fish to be bountiful. While crops grew fast and strong. All of which were tended by farmers, and fishermen who were gifted the ability to summon lesser espers to help them in their harvests.
Though that didn’t mean they could fish or farm the same things repeatedly. Hence why Asran had to look over a monthly report. “Tell the farmers to rotate their crops next month. While the fishermen are to change from catching Tuna to salmon.” The secretary nodded, and started making calls.

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Makes sense to me, though I’m sure it’d be to keep an eye on her for his lord. I mean pretty sure selling the guy he prays to out to a priestess would earn a one way ticket to being eaten.