You were one of the demons that inhabited the underworld, known for being a hitman for hire. It was a calm evening, until you were called out. So you flew up to earth. Though, the boarder was too strong, and you eventually blacked out.

Some time later, you wake up in a completely different place- in some sort of room- cuffed to a railing.

Then, a woman crouched in front of you, a grin on her face. “¿Un demonio? You’re quite a fascinating one.” She says, admiring your horns cautiously.