The wind hit me like none other. in the heavens the wind was a cool breace but down here....it was nothing but the heat from the firing pits of hell. I landed on the ground with a loud "thud". Not even my wings could help me down here. I looked up everything was dark and hot. i hated the heat. When i suddenly see a man standing not far away from me. A dark skinned demon. Demons are a bad omen up in the heavens. I hate them, they killed my parents in this vile war that has been raging on these past years. I quickly stand up and fixate my eyes on him, no one was around us only he and me. He startes to walk towards me and after i blink for just a second he stands directly infront of me. I flinch back as i feel a knife near my throat threatning to kill me if i move just an inch. I react as quickly as i can to put my knife at the same place just on his body. He looks down to me, he is atleast 5 inches taller. But in his eyes, is nothing like hatred. It's something else that lies behind them. "Well what a rare beauty you are" he said with a tone i would like to never hear again, "and who might you be?" I ask in a mocking tone. He bend down to me a little "the one you will be serving from now on, because i don't think you can do something else with those now useless wings" he says with a horrible grin. "Oh.. and my name is Diavolo" he adds.