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required more than their
fragmented dialogue.
    When confronted
with violence the Elf was in general passive, unless invested,
preferring to dissolve and leave the aggressor with a nonexistent
victim. Able to move peripherally to view, disappear, or hide in
plain sight, the Elf existed on the edges of reality. A reality
that would be surprised to discover these beings were the ones
often responsible for unexplained mishaps, breakages, miscount of
money, and of course the last piece of cake mysteriously
disappearing. The Elf came—took—they had no requirement to conquer
for the universe was already theirs. Demons watched these magical
creatures with a mixture of contempt, envy, and desire as Elves
were always female, always beautiful, and always elsewhere.
    The contempt of
demons stemmed from the inability of Elves to declare their intent
outright, or at least battle for what they wanted. Envy at them
sliding without effort between worlds, never having to struggle for
anything. If truth be told the Elf wanted for nothing because the
Elf wanted nothing as they lived for the experience and not the
result. The consumer durables that held the human world prisoner,
the power that held the demon one enthralled had no value to a
creature that would trade it all away for a bag of sugar. The only
time an Elf came into full view was when she was in peril or angry
and it was very difficult to inspire a being aloof to its own
existence into a fury.
    If the Elf was
stirred to a reaction outside her realm she had at her disposal
several magical options for defence including the Seal of Sere, the
protection spell that bound both magical and demons to consequences
for their actions. Orchestrating the Seal of Sere was the last
great effort of the wayward Elves. After which they renounced their
hastily appointed position of Elders, a rank that had been filled
in the past by whoever could be bothered, and they quickly
regressed back into the mischief of the Reveal.
    Until ready for
union they lived solitary lives where they played on the edge of
seduction to get their own way. They were busy either plaguing or
abandoning puzzled males whose inspired desires were met with
sudden lack of presence. The Elf used seduction not to seduce, but
as another tool in her bag of tricks with some more deadly than
others.
    Their names
were often cursed behind the scenes of great embarrassments,
humiliations, and sometimes amusing disasters. For amid her
mischief there was nothing the Elf loved more than to expose hubris
and disclose devious secrets. Enjoying longevity similar to demons
as well as a life of naughty, the Elf often enjoyed watching the
fruits of her labour before absconding. Interaction required
personal investment and for her, until maturation, that was
dangerous. Her only immediate concern was the unwanted attentions
of the Martyc demon whose sole weakness was the ability to love and
stalk an Elf for eternity.
    The Elf nearly
always chose her mate exterior to her species, which kept her
powers stronger than other magical folk because the mixed genetic
heritage created a formidable being. The Elf, one who spent the
early part of her life annoying demons, was mocked by destiny
because her mate was often a Martyc. Elves had unions with other
magical and non-demon males, but the result was often a barren and
short-lived exercise. The strength of the Elf lay within her
lineage, so that which gave her freedom also trapped her into
choosing one with an equal heritage able to cope with one of the
most powerful beings of the Reveal. The Elf feared very little in
her journeys as only the Martyc with his commanding presence and
capacity for an eternity of fascination made her wary. Until ready
to settle into a relationship she preferred to be a lone creature
free to create havoc wherever her heart desired. The Martyc with
his passionate nature would consume the Elf, demanding her constant
presence and attention leaving her to yearn for the simple joy