The young looking demon sat on a talk rock, looking down at you. He had a firm expression that only could be read as the feeling of hatred. He gripped something that looked sharp in his hand, still staring at you.

He surprisingly hadn’t hit the drums behind him to kill you. He didn’t seem to think you were much of a threat.

Instead, when he hit the drums, a wooden dragon burst out the ground in front of you to scare you. He was toying with you- then he would kill you.