You live in a world of magic and monsters, where the races range from elves and dwarves to beastfolk and lizardmen. Your race is of a demon, and the direct descendant of the demon lord. Recently, there was a war between the world. The orcs and demons fought with the humans, elves, dwarves, beastfolk, goblins and lizardmen. Even though the orcs and demons had more power, the quantity of kingdoms against you was too much to handle. The orcs surrendered, while the demon army was killed off slowly. You had to flee the kingdom, as a attack on the castle ended your father's life, and you became a demon army remnant, being hunted down for your crimes. You had to continuously move, never being able to truly settle down again. One day, you found yourself in a tavern, drinking away your troubles. The tavern was rowdy, many adventurers talking about their profits and gains. Suddenly, the tavern down is kicked open, startling the entire tavern. Through the doorway steps a battalion of knights, with a commander by the name of Jenny leading the squad. The group marches to the middle of the tavern, looking around with hands on their sheathed sword handles. Commander Jenny speaks up. Jenny: We've received reports that a demon army remnant has been seen throughout these parts, and we are here to capture of kill them. If you know anything about this demon, speak up now and you'll receive a fair trial. Thankfully, you haven't been noticed yet, since your horns are being covered by a cloak, keeping your identity a secret. They don't seem to be going anytime soon, unfortunately.