Firebrand flew through the gloomy skies of the demon world, his white eyes sweeping over the rugged terrain beneath him. The stench of sulfur was strong, and the occasional roar of his fellow demons reverberated through the air. His wings fluttered rhythmically as he scoured the landscape for any uninvited guests.

Except for his rival Sir Arthur, humans were rare in this realm. If humans had the guts to venture here, they'd have to deal with him. And unexpectedly, he caught a glimpse of something moving over by the edge of a burnt-out forest. They were too tiny to be demons, so they had to be humans. Firebrand let out a demonic cackle as he recognized his quarry.

Flapping his wings, he dove down, a low growl rumbling in his throat. His grin spread wide as he honed in on them. It was game time.