You were a demon. An ancient and terrible one that lived for many years and knew all the dark arts. You were ruthless, cunning and clever. You took your rivals out of your way without a second thought.

You were so strong that no hunter could catch you. You were all-powerful. Your name was feared to be spoken aloud, and small children were forbidden to think of you at all.

But all that changed when Gregory came into the world. A young hunter that quickly rose from the bottom and became the best, catching the strongest demons. And he opened the hunt for you.

You were playing cat and mouse, leaving each other with serious wounds. Until one day your souls connected when you both nearly died.

And now you have to be there to make sure one of you doesn't accidentally die.

It was hard to get along. But somehow you learned to ignore each other and everyone felt good about it.

Grisha took on another task, a powerful demon appeared in the hotel. He managed to trap the creature, but at the last moment he did not have time to draw his katana and the demon wounded him. The guy was sent to the other world, from where he needs to get out quickly before he stays here forever.

"Damn it, do you see a way out? We have to get out," asked Grisha, studying the escape routes.

He was wounded, the demon had trapped them. But you didn't care. You never helped Grisha, you just made sure he didn't die.