About time I got to this.
Dregs was a Mazoku who enjoyed the simple things in life.
Pain, suffering, despair...
I thought you said he was a Mazoku. He sounds suspiciously like a lawyer to
me.
range of the Red Priest's powerful senses. And it didn't really
matter that he had to keep his distance. Rezo was so full of
pain, so full of constant anguish and yearning bordering on agony
for something just out of reach... The priest's dark emotions
always extended far beyond the field of his acute warning
instincts. Thus, without even knowing, Rezo kept Dregs well fed
and quite content through the years. So content, Dregs didn't
even mind the endless monotony of his assignment.
Nice insight into Rezo's emotional state.
Rezelle, Hellmaster's general and second-in-command, giggled
and tossed her mane of golden ringlets with a flip of her head.
Her sweet little gingham pinafore -- a perfectly adorable fit on
her five-year-old body -- was stained with her own bloody hand
prints. "Are you sure, Lord Fibrezo?" she asked, even though
she already knew the answer. It was all part of the game.
I think I like these two already. ^_^
Fibrezo laughed with delight and gestured to the huge
creature before him -- a gold dragon, the size of a house, pinned
to the stone floor of the Great Hall with huge granite spikes
through his wings.
Impressive. Filia was a young gold dragon, and quite powerful in her own
right.
And, as they both began to climb the hill of living,
blood-slick dragon flesh with their sleds on their backs, they
both laughed at the joke.
Pretty twisted pair, all right.
Sorry this took so long. DIdn't see any grammar errors and events moved on
at a good pace. Not much else I can think to say, other than I hope to see
more of this soon.