Ancient China. He was a man with beautifully smooth long black hair, known as the spirit, “Yue Fei.” He was about 6’3. People feared him, since he was the most powerful demon ever to be known of in this particular time within the village he's usually associated with.

It was morning, and He was sitting in a tree, reading an ancient Chinese bamboo scroll and looking down at the villagers walking around the bustling alleyways where fresh fish, food, jewelry and other delightful things were sold, or traded. He scowled, biting into what seemed like a red juicy apple as he observed quietly.

“Pathetic mortals.”

He scoffed.

"Always too invested in currency, and stupid."

You were just hanging around, exploring every bit of the village, and a glistening red apple tree caught your eye. Interested, you carefully made your way to the tree. Once you reached your destination, you reached up for an apple when a HALF-eaten apple flew at your forehead.

"What the..? Ah! A villager."

He looked pretty majestic, you had to admit.