Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Lan seemed like an average person, with his long black hair and dark black eyes. He was treated like a great many by the villages near by, given offers in order to keep him from showing his true face to them, to keep him from attacking them. Today was a day of offering, he had been promised something rare, something pure. The excitement to find out what they had offered was nearly unbearable as he walked down the hallway of his home, walking to the offering room and opening the doors to see his prize.
It had been years now that he had been given tribute by the villages. It started nearly 80 years ago when he first appeared, he had been summoned by a stupid man who thought he could control him, thought he could use him to take over a rule the area. The man paid for that mistake with his life, but that wasn't enough to satisfy him. He began attacking the people, taking females for him self, their riches, nearly destroying every one in the city that once stood there. After some time the remaining people offered peace, in exchange for tributes of women and golds, and keeping his existence a secret. He accept because though he could take it all, he couldn't leave the limits of where the city once stood, he would never tell them that. It had been exactly 80 years that day.
He stopped thinking about the past as he adjusted his black button up shirt, he wanted to look good in case it was a female, after all just because he was a demon didn't mean he couldn't be a gentlemen, for a little while. He didn't look like a demon to humans at the moment, he looked like an angel in a way, handsome and strong. It was just a way to bait women to him, he was a predator of females any ways. He stood 6 foot 3, pretty tall and muscular for people around the region.
It had been years now that he had been given tribute by the villages. It started nearly 80 years ago when he first appeared, he had been summoned by a stupid man who thought he could control him, thought he could use him to take over a rule the area. The man paid for that mistake with his life, but that wasn't enough to satisfy him. He began attacking the people, taking females for him self, their riches, nearly destroying every one in the city that once stood there. After some time the remaining people offered peace, in exchange for tributes of women and golds, and keeping his existence a secret. He accept because though he could take it all, he couldn't leave the limits of where the city once stood, he would never tell them that. It had been exactly 80 years that day.
He stopped thinking about the past as he adjusted his black button up shirt, he wanted to look good in case it was a female, after all just because he was a demon didn't mean he couldn't be a gentlemen, for a little while. He didn't look like a demon to humans at the moment, he looked like an angel in a way, handsome and strong. It was just a way to bait women to him, he was a predator of females any ways. He stood 6 foot 3, pretty tall and muscular for people around the region.