Long ago, the hells emptied and all the demons crawled from the fiery depths to the lush greens of the surface.

Without conscience, they took those they wanted. Forever changing them. And those people continued on, living this fresh new life of violence and destruction. They bred, multiplied. Creating new generations of Devils.

They got better at hiding, keeping themselves contained from a new legion that arose within society. Those who swore to kill all devils and to send them back to hell.

Tokyo, Japan.

Kenji wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, straightening his jacket as he stepped out from the diner. A place he frequented. He had his routines, and he liked to stick to them.

He fell into step with the other bodies parading the streets. People staring at their cellphones or pushing strollers. Talking to their partners or friends. Whatever it was, the streets were busy tonight.

Not like he minded. He’d gotten so good at camouflage. These idiots around him had no clue that a devil walked amongst them.

He knew they were human too. They didn’t have the scent of a devil. It’s how they could be identified.

Not that he came across many devils. Most had been hunted down and killed by the legion.

“Watch it man!” A stranger growled as Kenji bumped into him. Pushing forwards as he continued on his way.

Kenji just frowned, brushing off his shoulder as he kept moving. Asshole. Human filth.

He hadn’t even got the chance to kill a hunter today, so maybe he was a bit pent up. But he was generous enough to let that man live.