“Before we start I need to promise that you will not mention the Moon Clan or that you are an inheritor to anyone else,” said Verz in a serious tone. “They currently consider me too weak and it bothersome to get rid of me however that would change in an instant if they realised it was possible for someone who isn't blood-related to inherit.”

Mors laughed out loud, in a surprisingly cheerful manner. “I can only can keep that promise for the time being. When I am ready I feel I should let the news slip. Why hunt prey when you can make them come to you. I can always let one or two go and follow them to their fortress.”

“Mors! They are extremely dangerous and cunning, using dark underhanded methods to kill and discredit their enemies. Do not, under any circumstances underestimate them!” said a marginally concerned Vers but Mors found it hard to take her seriously with the devilish smile she was wearing.

Picking up a large stone, Mors held it in front of him over the now spent fire. The outline of his hand became fuzzy as the stone fell right through it as if it was passing air, leaving small trails of smoke in its wake causing Verz to gasp in surprise. “They should be careful when fooling around with the darkness, for when one stares into the abyss too long, the abyss will stare back.”

“Shadow form,” whispered Verz in Awe. Initially, she thought he might have a few trump cards hidden up his sleeve but not to this extent, she had truly underestimated the demon in front of her. “If you have so many powerful abilities why have you put up with the harsh treatment and scorn of others this whole time?”

“There is always a bigger fish and we are in a very small pond,” said Mors causing Verz to smile. “Even a peasant if lucky enough can kill a god so I think it's best to keep a low profile.”

“you're a scary fellow however that's a bit contradictory from your earlier statement of letting them know you exist and drawing them in.” mocked Verz.

“Who said they will be hunting Mors Letus?... a successful assassination is when nobody realises it ever took place. Any, ay take this.” Mors threw his status plate back to Verz. “Not having a plate has been a liberating experience and honestly if I had it I would be checking it 20 times a day, keep it safe for me.”

Verz took the plate and placed it back next to her own. “I guess it would be safer, I am pretty sure you would loose your head if it wasn't attached.”

“Oh and can I change my title? I remember someone saying that an active title can give certain evolution perks and would like to change it back to the named by the god of death one.” said Mors as he ignored the insult.

“You can't change your title, it will always be the most appropriate or rarest title that you possess. Who named you has lost significance and there are many people who have been named by the gods however you are the only Moon Clan inheritor. “ lectured Verz obviously a bit annoyed that he had tried to immediately change the title.

“We are running out of time so let's get down to business. From the moment you get back from your trials, when not on high ranking missions, you will undertaking gruelling training from me and Rock.”

“This is in part for your own benefit as well as some piece of mind for me. To even come close to achieving your goals you will face unimaginable hardships and dangers so you must be prepared.”

The red in Mors’ eyes glowed menacingly. “I have made my decision. Although there are more peaceful and safe ways to achieve them, it's not who I am. I already struggle to restrain myself.”

“It's in your blood little demon. To be fair I am surprised you haven't tried killed any of the Pathfinders yet, especially that bearkin… he has been picking a fight with you for months.”

Mors chuckled and remained silent.

“If there is no other way and you absolutely must, just don't get caught… I don't need the aggravation of cleaning up behind you. The pathfinders have been a good shield and having a few allies when the shit hits the fan isn't exactly bad.” sighed Verz.

“You don't have to worry, I won't go out of my way to make trouble and with this chat I have to say a few of my immediate plans have changed however although I won't ‘remove’ certain individuals that irritate me, I won't exactly help them in their time of need either.

Deciding they were getting off topic Verz decided to get back on track. “Fair enough just don't make it too obvious. I am guessing you a humanoid in your past life?”

“...Yes I suppose you could say I was what you call a human but we did not have mana or mana cores and the stamina was remarkably lower. Why do you ask?” curiously responded Mors.

“As you might expect, not all species develop in the same way and specialised training is needed if you want to truly become strong. The training we have done has been generic focusing on your reactions, instincts and battle perception. I have avoided teaching you any techniques as they might become more of a hindrance than a gain if they do not naturally suit you.”

“Unfortunately not much is known about demon or dragon training. They have always been a secretive bunch and after Starfall, a lot of that knowledge was lost. I have spent the last 6 months gathering all the information I can and discovered that for your race it seems the best catalyst is real, life threatening combat.”

“Later today you will set off on your trial without my support. The details will be explained later however it will take around 3-6 months and as such will be the perfect time to practice what I am about to tell you as well as hopefully build bonds with some of your comrades to they can support you properly.”

“I will start off with the demonic side of you as it's your strongest trait. Demons can absorb the mana in their immediate environment to enhance abilities and skills however the atmosphere in the environment and the type of ability being used must be related for it work. For example, A lust demon will create an environment of lust, jealousy or desire to boost their charm and mind control abilities.”

“So for a darkness demon like me? I need find or turn the atmosphere to one of fear or anger to enhance my passive abilities and skills?” Mors interjected.

“Exactly. The way you can do this is nearly unlimited but think back to when you got angry earlier. By venting your anger out on the environment you caused all the creatures in the area to feel fear. You then subconsciously fed on this fear increasing the effect on the environment which caused them to feel more fear once again increasing your power.” replied Verz slightly annoyed at the interruption.

“You must be extremely careful in regards to getting stuck in a infinite loop however. Although your strength and abilities will rise monstrously at each iteration, if you take in more power than you can control you will enter what is called a demonic trance and turn pretty much into a mindless beast. This is especially dangerous to you as the only way for it to end is when you have killed every living thing in the area.”

Verz paused for a bit to let Mors take in the information.

“So that is why demons are feared, even a lust demon can fall into a trance in the right environment and end up killing their partners by accident let alone types like mine that are built for combat.”

“Your type isn't built for combat, your type is probably the most versatile as there are a few ways you can use it but if you were to put a name to it... it would be assassin/debuff.” interrupted Verz. “The main types that I have been able to find out about are Lust, War, Darkness and Greed. Although a few are named similarly to the Sins a demon can possess, they are completely different and represent the mana they are most suited to absorbing.”

“Lust demons are generally pretty harmless. They enjoy pleasurable things, not always sexual, and that often entails bring pleasure to others.”

“War demons live solely for the purpose of combat. Normally they are pretty honorable and will only fight opponents that are the same level or stronger than themselves. They tend to feed off rage and excitement.”

“Greed demons are pretty much what their name suggests. They want to own and possess things and will fight tooth and nail to gain or keep their possessions.”

Verz took in a deep breath. “Darkness demons are the most feared and despised type of demon, feeding off terror, despair, rage and death. They have a disposition to all the sins causing their emotions and mindset to be extremely unstable and due to needing extreme negative emotions to empower them, they are known to be terrifying beings that act without conscious."

“Darkness demons are what most people imagine when they think of demons generally and are pretty much the sole cause of allanimosity towards their race. Most demon related tales or horror stories are based off a occurrence when a darkness demon has entered a trance and committed horrendous acts.”

“Must of been what saved my life in the troll cave. Not exactly the party friendly type am I?” jested Mors. "How am I meant to build any bonds with my party?"

“You're not exactly the anything friendly type but you have a few redeeming qualities.” shot Verz with a grin causing them both to laugh.