North stares at the border that divides heaven and hell.

He fidgets with his fingers, contemplating if he should cross. He doesn't want to do it. He shouldn't do it.

North beats his wings, and in the air he goes. He leads his body forward and over the border he goes.

At first, it's pitch black and then lava and fire appear.

A growl catches his attention. He turns toward it.

"You must be a demon, right?" He asks.