Und was a demon, and a fine one at that. He had horns so majestic he could have been mistaken as a demon prince, and skin the color of freshly spilled blood, absolute perfection. Of course, that was before a failed ritual left him twisted and weak. Und lost everything, his head was bare, his pride taken from him. He couldn’t even be called a demon anymore. Und thought his life was over, but it had only just begun.