"Since the day I was born I've never lied... not even once! I'm a good natured weakling! I deserve pity, but no one has any sympathy for me." Hantengu groveled in the mika house of the humans he had just killed, long boney fingers cradled his tear-stained cheeks.

"Nobody ever takes pity on an innocent demon!" he continued to sob, shrinking himself away as two of his clones began to manifest, almost a defense mechanism for the self-pitying Upper Moon.