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Ick has a minion!

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Ick
Legacy Name: Ick


The Graveyard Devonti
Owner: link

Age: 8 years, 1 month, 2 weeks

Born: March 5th, 2016

Adopted: 3 years, 5 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: October 22nd, 2020

Statistics


  • Level: 56
     
  • Strength: 103
     
  • Defense: 100
     
  • Speed: 100
     
  • Health: 100
     
  • HP: 100/100
     
  • Intelligence: 22
     
  • Books Read: 22
  • Food Eaten: 21
  • Job: Unemployed


They came up the same way the worms do. Through the ground.

It had taken centuries, this clawing through the Circles, reaching for the light that none had ever seen, only heard of through the whispers of the dead. Nobody would admit it, but everyone thought about it. The place above, where there was something other than darkness and fire.

Anyway. They did it and it was grand. Icarus the Vile III followed his master through each Circle of Hell, serving her right and left, tongue and toe, digging his way toward their future. He was strong and brave and not at all a little bitch about it. Never once did the great Ick whine about being hungry or tired or sober. Ick the Vile III was an honorable little demon, after all. Serving his master with grace and glory, yes, serving his master with care, for she flogged those who did a sloppy job.

One might think, as they raced through the Circles of Hell, that they had to fight many a beast, perhaps, or at least face many a foe. One would be wrong. Demons, of course, ruled the Circles. And so it was together, semi-peacefully, that they ascended toward the surface, toward the sweet breezes of the Earth's crust. It was the first time Ick had seen his master share a common goal with her brethren. She occasionally smiled as they smote through layers of rock and rubble, as they crossed the fabled Styx.

Her smile was terrifying.

Eventually, as all things do, their journey came to an end. Icarus the Vile III, most hideous servant to her Majesty [NAME] (hehe), finally clawed his way through the last bit of dirt. He stood on the cool, hard soil of the Earth. As with most of the servants, he had never been out of Hell. The breeze slapped his chest, and he shivered. The shiver of a calm, collected servant, eager to serve. Not the shiver of a cold, naked demon. Never that.

"Above ground," Her Majesty said, perhaps reading his mind again, "You wear clothes."

She snapped her fingers.

(to be completed when k isn't a loser)

thank you User not found: haiku for letting me adopt him!


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Pet Treasure


Essence of Demonic Taint

Bottled Coalbra Venom

Dungarde Eyestone

Broken Occult Sculpture

Dark Tincture Bottle

Nightmarish Flower Companion

Pet Friends