{The streets of the lower levels of the Devildom were surprisingly quiet despite a handful of younger demon children playing in a group, throwing rocks and pebbles at passing street animals and each other, giggling and cackling as they ran amongst the alleys and dank worn down cottages of the lowest ranking village. This carelessly trashed neighborhood their home. Nobody cared. It's legitimately hell after all.}

{Bloodmoon; one of the much higher ranking and brutal demons was making his way through the village, looking for lower demons to tear into for a little entertainment since he was banned from going to the surface by his Demonlord(Master).}

{As his eyes wander to the group of reckless demon children he bumps into someone. His eyebrows furrow and his face scrunches up, a deep growl rumbling from his chest as he looks down at the pathetic entity in his way.}