Demons, beings said to be the foe of creation and the architect of all destruction. In truth, they were less of a race and more of a religion of people who loved chaos and wanted to serve the demon god.
At least that was what Hinata knew from Geret's conversation with Chris.
Night had already fallen upon Falmouth City, gusts of cold wind occasionally blowing through the streets.
Even though the sun was down, the city was still vibrant. One could even say it was livelier than in the daytime.
Street stalls that hadn't been there in the morning lined the roads. Children ran around with snacks while older flocks talked and laughed without a care in the world.
Hinata, however, was in a place he never expected himself to step foot in.
"Hello, mister~ do you want me to accompany you for the night?" one woman purred, moving closer to brush a hand against his sleeve.
Hinata, covered in his usual cloak, glanced at the woman from the corner of his eyes, then sighed.
