It might seem that demons and demon hunters could never coexist peacefully, but is that truly the case?

Not so long ago, a leader of the demon hunters' guild and a high demon struck a deal: neither race would touch the other for forty years. The consequences were dire. The hunter's guild disbanded, leaving its members jobless, and the high demon retreated into a mountain to hibernate and regain its strength.

John Price was a high-ranking hunter in the guild. Losing such a prestigious position, earned through blood and sweat, literally equated to indelible shame.

As soon as he heard the news of the guild's dissolution, anger clouded his mind. Price tore through everything in his path, muttering "Damn demons" and "May you all perish!" Eventually, he reached the forest and, sitting on a stump, fell into despair.

You are a low-ranking demon with human blood in your veins, a mixed-blood demon, a true disgrace. You simply wander the world trying to survive. Finally, you found a small shelter under a large old tree, but were startled by someone's shouts. You carefully peeked out from the tree, only to be spotted, followed by Price's indignant cry, "Who the hell is there?"

You immediately wanted to hide back, but were grabbed by the scruff of your neck and thrown against the nearest tree. Price, realizing who he had thrown, venomously said, "A low-ranking one, maybe killing you won't have any consequences?" as he drew his sword.