The daemon s plaything
Being daemon is fun... Unless you run out of luck, like I did. Those damned priests chased me so long, I had to go into hiding. At the time, becoming an object seemed like a great idea. Well, it wasn't. A comb I turned into has been hidden away in the large chest, apparently hid in the attic, "miraculously" survived a fire... Enough to say I was away from any human interaction for a loooong time. At first I was actively looking for ways to get back in game, burning my energy like wildfire. And...
Mind Control