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"I believe your greatest chance of survival rests within the hands of elves," Inori began. He turned from the others, even if just for a moment, and took a step further into the darkness, the demonic boy's very presence illuminating their surroundings to a certain extent. One would be forgiven for mistaking Inori for a fairy, with the beauty he possessed revolving around the moon's embrace. However, it was easy to forget that his demonic kin were pioneers of immortal couture, a fantastical pursuit of fashion and beauty, in both fabric and magic. "Let me explain for you, dear human, what awaits you in this new world you call home." Inori began, as he placed one foot in front of the other. Remaining idle within a thicket of trees would likely end in an ambush, which was the very first caution making its way into Inori's mind. They needed rest, and this was not the venue for that.
"Fairies, they are a common sight in Avalia, and tend towards a less harmful approach," the demon explained, stopping in his tracks. Echoing his previous motions, Inori conjured forth a spear which proceeded to act as a seat for the young demon. His laziness was likely put on display through the act, but such was his nature. Crossing one leg over the other, with slender hands gently resting on the shaft of a spectral blue weapon beneath his frame, Inori proceeded to explain the world's construction. He had worked with the Lich King, his sister and father still did, and he was fully aware of Avalia's presentation.
"Gain allies among the elven ranks, human, for elves possess the power of light," came an explanation. It was no secret that Inori's opinion of the light-wielders strung along a negative note, but he was not of an illogical mind. "Their nature directly opposes the darkness which aims to consume you. Wisdom dictates that you arm yourself with their friendship." Inori’s choice of words might have been a rather odd display, but he was yet to finish. "That is, of course, the Light Elves. Dark Elves on the other hand, you best avoid." Inori leaned forth, where he sat, those crimson eyes meeting Ayita’s with a small smirk making itself visible upon his features. "Children aiming to please their father, Dark Elves are a pathetic sight. Fools, and idiots, but dangerous fools."
Raising a hand, Inori motioned towards Cade, "the animalistic entities roaming Avalia will likely look favorably upon you, for your arrival speaks of new horizons." Inori would then thumb over his shoulder, in the direction where Korvash had left. "I need not explain the nature of orcs. Simple-minded creatures, and savages."
Finally, the demonic boy’s grin grew somewhat more prevalent, his hand gently placed at the surface of his slender chest. "Demons like myself are quite the gamble," he chuckled. "However, I can tell you that most of my foolish, incompitent kin find themselves at the Lich King’s side, sullying our very existence by serving something as lowly as a peasant desperately escaping the natural death afforded a lesser being." With his fingers wrapping themselves around the shaft of his spear, Inori’s teeth clenched, and his demeanor clearly changed. It was an unexpected shift, for sure, but very prevalent. For the very first time, he seemed genuinely upset, or rather, infuriated.
Those crimson eyes narrowed in a cold gaze, a blue mist quietly circling his fingers as the demon’s grip of the weapon tightened in frustration. "Where your trust in demons should be scarce, human, be sure to trust our hatred..," Inori spoke, anger seeping from every word. "My people have lowered themselves to pathetic depths by following the Lich King, and have made a mockery of our blood..," a claw rose to point at Ayita, "I would help you the gates of my most reviled enemy, the Light Elves, for I despise the Lich King more than you could possibly comprehend." It was no secret that demons viewed themselves as superior, but Inori’s position on the matter was clear. They were far too superior to follow a gathering of bones, an imposter of immortality. True emperors bowing down to a pale reflection of actual power. It was pathetic, and Inori was sure to express his undying hatred towards the fact. "Yes, Ayita Ani Wa’Ya.., it’s within my best interest to assist in your safety, for the first step in waking my kind from their blind stupor, is putting an end to the blight they call master."
