<span style="color: #FFFFBF">The incubus stared st the ground, the reality of the dream he'd long wanted crushing to the ground. He'd spent several months preparing the perfect plan for escaping the demon kingdom. He'd worked so hard to achieve that feat, manipulating and seducing and secretly controlling at least fifty different demons. It was what was necessary to leave, as leaving was not taken lightly. The only demons that left the kingdom were either fresh exiles, or betrayers, which he now was. He could never go back now. Having performed treason just by leaving, he'd likely be killed on sight with no hope.<br/><br/>His eyes grew wet as he began to cry, feeling completely rejected from his dream. Despite his crying however, he was thinking hard about what Levainlain hado said, trying to find a worthwhile reason the elves might let him stay. Whether he found a way or not, he would use his crying to gain as much sympathy as possible.<br/><br/>"No... I.. I can't go back... I gave up everything to come here, what little I even had back there," he whispered, just loud enough for the others to hear him. He sounded utterly crushed. A slight hope filled him as he picked out something from what the elf had said to him. <br/><br/><br/>"You said wiles and magic, right?" He spoke between sniffles, still crying.<br/>"I have strong magic. I could try to teach it to you and the othe elves. Would that be reason enough to stay?"<br/><br/>While of course he couldn't teach them anything he could do naturally as an incubus, he could teach them divine speech magic. They already could control magic, so it shouldn't be too hard for theme to shape it with the divine words. He had a small amount of hope for his situation as he completely disregarded anything else happening, continuing to think how he could convince Levainlain to let him stay.</span>