Eligor was busy looking for a spot to get some relaxation, plus some cleaning. True, he enjoyed the sensation and vibrations of when the blade was pressed against the rotating whetstone that were like a massage from a succubus, a very skilled succubus, but all it did was wear down the blade. It had stayed sharp and true over a thousand years. Why bother? He smirked as he wondered what shenanigans the other cursed demon was up to in the stone-cold snow of Russia. Well, at least he had the whole of the country to wander over the years and perhaps some village folk to meet.
He decided to spent some more time floating about the facility, hoping that there would be someone interesting enough to amuse for a while. That was the problem with being nigh-immortal, most of the years were simply filler and the ones that amused usually died, as was the mortal fashion...
He decided to spent some more time floating about the facility, hoping that there would be someone interesting enough to amuse for a while. That was the problem with being nigh-immortal, most of the years were simply filler and the ones that amused usually died, as was the mortal fashion...