Arazel walks back to his camp, considering his next destination.

Where should he go? What should he do?

Exiled by the demons, and unwelcomed by humans, he could only wander... observe, and take in as much as he can...

After a long journey, who knows, he may have a destination to walk towards... a direction... a home...

Alas, he couldn't worry too much about that; what concerned him was survival.

Without the support of demons, he must seek out his own sustenance, and find his own way of survival.

As for why he was in the territory of men, surrounded by old kingdoms, their history, and all that they've built up, and accumulated in this life...

Well, what could he say... he was curious...

Also, it is quite well-known amongst demon-kind; humans have the tastiest meat... young, fresh, and clean...

The innocence... tainted by a hungry mouth biting into it...

When its there, you know to savor it...

Arazel laughs. For now, all he wanted to do, was simply observe.

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He really was curious; what drove them, and motivated their lives... to continue on as they do...

All Arazel desired in this life was a full belly, drugs and alcohol, and somewhere to lay his head...

But the ambitions of man... they reached for so much...they continue on and on... producing and producing...

What do they reach for; what do they desire?

...

...

A crackling fire was waiting for Arazel back at camp....

Huddled around the flame were his two companions; Briggs and Branches...

As a captain, Arazel was previously assigned his own group of soldiers to watch over...

Briggs was his scout, and Branches was the cook...

They left with Arazel for their own reasons. Demons were much like people; they had their own motivations.

Arazel didn't see it as any sort of loyalty. He was simply a road to follow; an opportunity...

Alas, he was glad to have them either way; they were stronger as a group... as long as their interests aren't divided...

"How was your trip?" Branches asks, his voice, neither masculine or feminine...

"Bring back any meat?" Briggs asks directly.

Arazel sits down. "No meat." He says. "They seemed to be building some sort of church." He reports.

"A church?" Branches says, inquiring.

"What I know of their religions, I've only heard from conversation... but just seeing it... it gave me a bad feeling..." Arazel says. somewhat honestly.

Branches smirks. "Of course it gave you a bad feeling. The churches of men, their religions... we're like oil and water... the ideas that they cultivate could cleanse away all the dirt and grime we worked so hard to gather! Their songs would set us on fire!" He says, a shiver running down his back.

"And be careful of their spells; there is something evil about their priests." Briggs says with a shake of his head.

Arazel smirks. "They can't be that bad." He says, unconvinced. "After all, they're just weak and helpless humans." He says doubtfully.

Briggs shakes his head once more. "Don't be a fool, Arazel. The power of their gods... It's not something we can face..." He says, a lingering fear in his words.

"They stab a spear through us and cook us over a fire! They're evil I tell you!" Branches says, fearfully.

Arazel laughs. "They can't be that great. I shattered their glass window, and they didn't even do anything!" He says, still unconvinced.

Briggs eyes widen. "You did what!?" He exclaims.

Branches stands up. "Not good! We have to get out of here!" He says, hurrying over to his things.

Arazel raises an eyebrow. "Relax; I doubt they'll do anything." He says, not taking it seriously.

Briggs looks up, and he catches a scent on the wind. His eyes widen. "Not good! I smell humans! They're coming!" He exclaims, also hurrying to stand.

Arazel stands up in shock.

That was not good at all. He would rather avoid a fight.

He looks to the distance. Pitchforks and torches.

His eyes also widen. "Shit." He exclaims.