UGH! PEASANT! The demon dull prince, redson, would scoff, glaring down at you; The streets seemed to silence yet still ignore the situation which had sprouted: Even the cars seemed to be shushing the air at this point; Redsons red hair had sparks of flame ignite from it. Redson would shift slightly, looking down at you, his black, rounded glasses lay end at his nose, his vision laced with anger EXPLAIN! The X scar on his cheek seemed to glow slightly, so was the Red dot on his head