While stamping on an imp's face repeatedly, the impure was pondering on what to call itself, he was pretty sure he wanted to be named after a demon since Seraph had named himself after 'Seraphim', the highest rank of angels in christian mythology.
While he was thinking another imp laughed maniacally, thinking that the sinful had fallen into their trap, rushing in to attack. But sadly, the impure had no time for games, giving a good hook-kick to the temple of the imp. Then using his short sword to slash off it's head.
The lesser key of solomon was a classic book on demons, but there was other books, Like; The greater key of solomon. There was also that book made by a pope who summoned demons as training for exorcism, 'The grimoire of pope Honorius'.
There was quite a list to choose from, an extrenuous list. But he choose to narrow it down to the 72 demons of the lesser key. They already had sigils he could take from for himself.
Then it narrowed it down to the demons of the lesser key which were called 'Kings', while swinging that old long-sword of Seraph past a little imp's chest.
"Asmodeus is good, but a little long. Bael is pretty good, but sounds slightly weird, and a bit... short. Though being called the same thing as a demon sometimes known as the primordial demon would be cool. Paimon... Is used for something a bit less... Cool, right now. Beleth... Is also being used for something else.
Purson, sounds like a 'Person', but said strangely. Balam, just no. Zagan... Maybe? What did that one do again... Makes people smart, makes coins... and can transmute wine into blood and water visa-versa? So a bit more... Greedy, I think?"
He sighed as he stopped playing with the imp beneath him after killing all it's friends, and made it's wind-pipe collapse with a hard stomp 'All of these aren't good enough! I need a first and last name to prove my nobility! So... 'Morning star', let's change it into another language!'
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Name; Stellam Matutinam
Strength; C-642. Endurance; D-586. Dexterity; C-651. Agility; C-673. Magic; B-701.
Skill(s);
Magic; [*Teleports behind you*], [No chance in hell!]
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It had been quite a while since he had taken part in grinding stats, which has been going swimingly. Magic reached B-rank after Seraph kept using [Shattered rift] at the command of Stellam.
...Since he found the spell satisfying to watch.
It took only a few days to get to this point, it really helped when for some reason when Stellam played around with his opponents, the amount of exp gained increased exponentially.
Stellam was satisfied, he took out a box which had been made by tools of artifice, but weren't related to it in any way, except that it was artificial.
He opened it, and took out something made of steel which had been folded. He methodically opened it up and twanged at the fiberous string.
A compound bow now in his hands, he got one of it's specifically created steel arrows, and shot it at an imaginary target. Sadly being quite far off the mark. But he was getting used to it, rapidly.
This wasn't the first time he had gotten his hands on one, he was actually quite good previously. But all things turn to dust while standing in the winds of time, though the foundation of his previous mastery was still there.
He was quite satisfied by the result, he was also slightly impressed that Seraph could create springs in this fantasy land. He then looked at his ninjato sword 'This thing really needs to be replaced.'
He was certain that he had enough money to buy one, and this thing would fall apart in a while. Why not buy a new one?
You may be wondering 'Artificy thingy right? Why no artifice weapon?', because one; it was easier to buy it. That's it, maybe something about skills and wasting time if you asked Seraph. But Stellam could not answer better than that, as he never cared to peruse the memory of artificy.
So he went back to exploring the nine realms with his new heavenly bow, finding a team of adventurers.
He silently passed by it, you may again wonder 'Why isn't he killing them all?' Answers obvious, he had no interest in them right now, it was the time for grinding.
Yesterday he saw that damn infant dragon, and he went after it. It was right there, so he could not let his prey escape. But it actually resisted all his strikes and only had a major wound after an all in [Shattered rift], and he had to run away.
The moment Stellam remembered that dumb beast's arrogance at not dying, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and stamp the ground "I'm going to kill..." He mumbled under his breath.
Within the adventurer group, was a certain adventurer with a slight case of PTSD, Kanata!
What? You don't know her? The one that was almost killed by Seraph? The one who was saved by that guy who could be considered der führer's ultimate male specimen (Blond hair, blue eyes. *Wink* *Wink*.).
No, really? (*Sigh*)
Then let the checkov's gun be fired without you knowing of it.
She was personally, sweating heavily and shaking slightly while watching the mysterious but familiar figure. All her current companions were around low to high C-rank stats. With her personally being around the middle of C-rank with her specialized stats and low C-rank for two others, and one high D-rank.
The others of her party were wary of the solo adventurer, due to how rare they were at this floor, with how difficult and dangerous it was here. Especially with the infant dragons that rarely appeared around here.
Stellam looked behind him, and saw their caution, and became even more enraged "You dare... How dare... HOW DARE FILTH LIKE YOU!"
Stellam drew his weeb blade "While you were training to enter the middle floors, I was studying the blade. While you were being cautious of my astounding character, I was studying the blade; [*Teleports behind you*]."
'Get me the crescent you workaholic!' Stellam yelled in his mind while freeing control of his body while teleporting behind the strongest seeming adventurer.
Seraph silently accepted back his body, and graced the world with his powers, and he also quickly picked an Empyrean spark, which now held four magic stones, to cause chaos.
Stellam took back the body and choose to jump up, onto one of the adventurers' heads, and aptly jumped from head to head, rushing towards the leader.
The leader of the group, who had been disoriented by the sudden change in situation, quickly got a grasp "A voice to quell the end; [Rallying cry]! Everyone! Do not fear, we are many and the opponent is alone. Do like we always do!"
His voice had a certain feeling to it, one that could bring courage to the cowardly.
After hearing the leader's voice many of the adventurers got a grip and drew their weapons, though it didn't stop Stellam from getting close. Chanting takes time, and Stellam's stats allowed him speed beyond that of a mortal.
Stellam, in his angry state, had the impulse to shoot with his new bow while jumping about, but he still had something called rationality. He didn't have to ability to do such a thing, and he knew it.
But sadly for the leader, Stellam had gotten close enough to jump onto his face. So he did so, and then hopped to the ground and took out his dagger.
With a fluid movement, the dagger missed the mark.
The moment it was about to hit the leader stepped to the side "Junior, you dare?!" With another step and a shift of his hip, Stellam's dagger went right for the jugular. And missed again. He frowned while putting back his dagger and taking out and letting Seraph gift a crescent.
But it didn't work again, and this time Seraph got annoyed, slightly. And bestowed another crescent. But it missed again. But Stellam quickly saw a pattern 'Do a crescent and aim for the legs, and instantly do one against the waist.'
Seraph didn't really have another option, and did it.
First a crescent to the legs, after which the leader's feet took a step backwards, but before it was done with it's process of stepping out of the way, Seraph tried to connect the two crescent slashes together.
But it didn't work, and he needed to wait before the crescent ended, and then donated it to the leader guy's waist, which couldn't get out of the way. But the leader was still an adventurer, and quickly stopped the sword with his own short sword.
It was in great condition, and really deserved a proper owner like Seraph instead of a normie like it's current owner. So Seraph took out his Emyrean spark, and lit the flames of revolution.
And to support Seraph's monopolistic tendencies he took control of the mouth and said "You know that little voice saying there's still hope? It's lying!" With the newly appearing strong version of [No chance in hell!], he casted it without calling out the spell name, reducing the coolness of his phrasing.
The leader was certain
But he would not accept this, he covered his head with his hands while quickly jumping into a ball shape. He was expecting, not flames, but an explosion.
So sadly, he had chosen the wrong choice of action, and his fate had been sealed. Seraph also noted this action, and gave up control to Stellam once more.
Who ignored the man who seemed to be wailing in agony, and started to get some target practice, taking out an arrow, and aiming it at someone who was also taking aim, against him. Such blasphamy had to be corrected with violence.
The bow was ready, and to calm his nerves for a moment, Stellam wistled while letting the arrow lose.
The target got an arrow to the knee, a fact he'd be taking to the grave, and the cause for the shivering mess on the ground called 'Kanata', to drench the ground.
The moment that she saw the first burst of flames coming from the Empyrean spark, her body already refused to run away, even while she yelled in her mind to do so.
Then the... Living flame, appeared. And some, deep, deeeeeep PTSD came in and her legs buckled at the mere memory of her previous encounter with Seraph.
While she was processing her internal chaos, Stellam was enjoying the confused and chaotic state the party was in. Since the leader's buff was gone, most had already returned to their panicked state.
And with great determination and the perspecting of a detached viewer, he kept calm, and enjoyed calmly running about on people, and piercing the aware ones in the throat with his dagger.
After the last one was dead, Stellam started to get even more archery practice in while humming a little tune. While close to a shivering, semi-sentient, slab of female meat.
After five adventurers that could still be a threat (Not that all the others were dead yet) were left, they started to wake up from their stupor and run towards the managamous Stellam who decided to leave them for last.
How ungrateful really, they must be so unfilial, Stellam sighed while shaking his head and taking out his long sword 'I'm doing their parents a favor.'