Chapter 5
by 
Vyrens
Do you follow the imp or do you resist him?
I can’t trust a fiend. I won’t follow him anywhere.
Indeed, you were the son of the evilest mage of remembered times. But Segora had always insisted your destiny was yours. You steadied your mind, leaning onto who you were; who you longed to be: a full-fledged mage in your own right. Respected—and feared by your enemies.
How did you know where to find me? you thought.
Master! We were told… we were told…
From the corner of your eye, you saw his tail quiver, the stinger flailing in your direction. Hate flared up in you like fire, and your will crystallized in an unspoken conjuration. The imp flinched, sweat forming on his obsidian forehead.
“Oh, you are good, my Lord. You show great promise, indeed. It is… as she proclaimed… Aa-aarrh!”
And he cried as he combusted into a blaze of blue flames under the effect of your focused anger. As he burned, you turned to the royal guard. She lay on the ground, looking warily at you, her aura radiating a **** energy.