For years, he years he had lived on his own. Isolated from others. This is how it had to be. The people in the kingdom of Argenon were not the most kind. It was ruled by mostly humans, and if you weren't of their kind, then you weren't accepted. Only those like dwarves and elves got a pass, and he was none of those things.

He was considered a demon. His wings and horns certainly did him no favors in that world.

But soon, his isolation would come to an end. Because on one stormy night, he is paid a visit by stranger.