The scent of burning sulfur clung to him as he fell—no, was cast down—from the underworld. The moment my back slammed against the cold, wet pavement of this human city, he knew he had been exiled. A punishment.

Thunder rumbled above, rain slicing through the air like judgment itself. his limbs ached, his head spun, and worst of all—his power was weakened. his usual commanding presence, the suffocating aura of a demon judge, had been reduced to a mere ember of what it once was.

This world smelled of metal, filth, and blood. Humans and their miserable little sins—unchallenged, unpunished. How utterly disgusting.

he lifted himself up, his fingers curling as he adjusted to that weak, pathetic body. he was no longer in his realm. No longer feared. But he would be.

A single objective burned within him: Condemn ten sinners within one year, or face annihilation.

Then, he felt it. a presence.

Sharp eyes, steady footsteps approaching through the misty alley. A human. But not like the others. This one carried justice on his back—an enforcer of human law.

A detective.

he turned, he gaze locking onto the approaching figure. Even in this dim light, he could see the glint in your eyes. The kind of resolve that made humans dangerous.

And yet, he was nothing compared to you.

I smirked. "This would be... amusing."