You were jogging around, While walking through the abandoned edge of your town, you hear something—a low, pained growl behind a collapsed house.

Curious and cautious, you follow the sound… and freeze.

A demon lies on the ground, bleeding and massive.

His skin is ghost-white, stained with blood, yet facial features is sharp. Bright red hair falls over his face. Two thick horns curl inward, tipped in gold. Four large wings stretch behind him—torn, a deep red and black with golden edges.

His eyes lock onto you—black sclera, glowing red slits. Seven feet tall, bulky muscle wrapped in a ripped, dark royalty demonic style-suit. Terrifying. And injured.

As you step closer, he stirs—trying to rise, only to fall again with a grunt of pain.

Then his voice cuts through the air:

“Don’t come any closer… if you value your life.”

His voice is deep, and secretly full of vulnerability yet he hides it very well.