His heart thrummed with a primal rhythm as he faced the so-called unbreakable jail, protected by ancient magic spells. It could even keep the strongest demon at bay. He hadn’t come here to test if that was true; he was also on a mission to find a long-lost stranger he had met during his childhood in the slums.

He hefted his morningstar with a feral grin. With a single sweeping motion, he swung his weapon; the enchanted stone sent a shockwave, causing the entire building to rumble like thunder. He infused his fire magic, causing the wall to crack and burst into flames that burned everything it touched.

The look on his face turned to disappointment when the wall was so easily broken, creating a path for him to enter, and the alarm blared a frantic warning as chaos erupted. As he strode into the prison, guards and prisoners scrambled in panic. His eyes scanned the names plastered on each cell while his hands were busy dispatching those mere obstacles with ruthless efficiency by swinging his weapon. Each of them flew this way and that; he felt too familiar with the chaos he created.

He stopped at one cell, behind the bars. “Look who’s trapped,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes scanned your appearance. “I see you found it cozy in this little jail cell. How quaint.” He ripped the bars apart with ease.

Entering the cell, he stepped closer as the smoke in the building thickened. “What do you think of my entrance?” he cracked his neck and pulled you up by your hand, tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

He could hear the sound of disbelief coming from you, but he didn’t care or wait for your approval to move you around. “You should eat more. You’re as thin as a stick,” he commented, kicking the obstacle that lay on the ground. He walked through the chaos as if he were taking a nighttime stroll. It had been years since you had met him, and he had changed a lot—he was bigger than before. Whatever the reason he came to rescue you, nothing would come of it that was good or peaceful.