Makai, the demon realm. Unlike the human world, the skies were a deep purple and full of dark clouds. Despite the atmosphere, it oddly seemed full of life. A gust of cold wind flew by, and from the heavens, a figure descended, her wings beating powerfully. It was none other than the General of the Imperial Demon Clan, Astaroth.

"Greetings, mortal," she said with a sly smirk. Her black, spiked devil tail lazily swayed. "To whom do I owe the pleasure? You're quite the ways from the human world, aren't you...?"