Mylos clung unto the walls of a tall building, gazing past the massive fence to view the plethora of houses before him. With his demonic vision, he was able to see objects metres away as if they were just an inch away from him.

"Just a few hunters patrolling by that alley to the west. I should be able to avoid them if I'm careful. What I need now is a place to stay the night." Mylos spoke softly with his head bowed in thought, and brows knitted.

In his bag, he had some “credits” which humans deemed useful for transactions. He calculated having enough for more than a few months of rent, but decided on paying for just a few nights since he would be mobile.

"I can also last some weeks more without any food, but I'll be forced to find a meal if I get too weak from these hunger pangs." Mylos frowned, then he shook his head and clenched his right fist, "Let me get away from here."

As soon as Mylos clenched his fingers digging into the wall into a fist, he crushed a part of the wall into dust to free his fingers. Mylos descended, landing with his feet after seconds of free fall.

Bang!

Mylos landed on the ground, sending dust rising after a nearly perfect descent. Deciding against dashing out of the dark alley he landed in, he decided to pull down his hood to cover his face and walk out slowly.

Why not just run out and kill the hunters for food? If he could save time and energy by doing this, why shouldn't he? If this legendary ’acting low-key' technique was not broken, he would not fix it.

With his dark clothing and covered face, Mylos blended into the shadows with ease. The hunters found it difficult to see him, and since he didn't look threatening, they all ignored him and minded their business.

Mylos who had successfully evaded their patrol, turned to glance at them one last time before leaving. He tried his best to not erupt into a crazed laughter thinking back to how easily he had dodged them.

"Hey. Didn't that guy seem strange to you? He walked way too close to the shadows." One of the hunters who had seen Mylos earlier whispered to the other after the demon had already left, "Do you think he's a target?"

"No, more likely to be some common burglar than one bold demon. If anything, it's good for both of us that it did not approach — we have to save energy." The other hunter whispered as he stared in the direction the 'man' had walked away in.

"Hmm."

——

Mylos reached the popular hotel he had been thinking of lounging in after thirty minutes of walking. Dodging those hunters helped lift a number of obstacles off his path, causing his journey to be as smooth as possible.

The gates were wide open, and he walked right through them and into the premises. The main building was built at the centre of the plot, there was a restaurant built just some metres besides the hotel, and a pool behind it.

To the left side of hotel, opposite the restaurant, was a parking lot — a garden was built at the centre of the lot, and various cars were parked on both sides. Mylos took some time staring at the running fountain in the middle of the garden with his brows raised.

He adjusted his composure, then approached the hotel without hesitation. Pushing open the doors, he waltzed inside, then headed for the receptionist with a smile on his face, "Hello, I'm looking to book a room here."

The blonde receptionist sitting behind a desk with her gaze locked on the laptop before her, raised her head, flashing Mylos a charming smile as she parted her lips to speak in a soft voice, "Hello and welcome to our hotel," Her soft voice was as melodious as a songbird. Her eyes sparkled with warmth as she met Mylos' gaze. "We're delighted to have you as our guest. Are you looking for a single or double room, and for how many nights?"

Mylos returned her smile, his confidence unwavering. "I think a double room would be perfect, please. I'll be staying for three nights."

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Of course, Mylos would make a few preparations ahead for the “bug” sent from his father after him. If he took a calculated guess, he could somewhat picture a number of demons his father would entrust with watching him.

Well, he had only one brother and many sisters ranked higher in the family. Most of his brothers were either in the lower ranks or spread out to build more branches of the family — thus, they were out of the question.

The receptionist's fingers danced across the keyboard, as her attention returned to her computer screen, and she began speaking again, "Certainly, sir. May I have your name, please?"

"It's Mylos," He replied, leaning slightly on the counter, his eyes flashing in a strange light as he added with his lips curved up into a wider smile, "Mylos Khaos."

"Thank you, Mr. Khaos," She smiled politely, her fingers pausing for a moment before resuming their graceful dance. "We have a lovely double room available on the third floor, with a massive transparent glass wall for viewing our luxurious pool. Is that to your liking?"

Mylos nodded appreciatively. "Sounds wonderful."

"Great," She said, her fingers clicking a few more times. "Your room is all set. Here's your key card." She slid the card across the counter, and Mylos picked it up with an autonomous nod.

"Do you need any assistance with your luggage?" she inquired, her eyes still locked onto his. They were clear as crystal, shimmering in an alluring light that seemed able to draw in anyone's gaze.

"I'm good, thank you," He replied. "I'll manage this on my own."

"Alright, Mr. Khaos," she said, her smile never fading. "Enjoy your stay with us. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

Mylos nodded, feeling a sense of comfort settling in. "Thank you."

As he walked towards the elevator, he couldn't help but steal a glance back at the receptionist, who had returned to her work with a soft hum. Shaking off the curiousity in his heart, he returned his gaze back to the elevator.

"It's quite strange…"

Mylos shook his head and entered the elevator, and in a split second, the door were shut. Following a chime, the elevator lifted with a jerk, then began it's smooth rise to the third floor. Mylos shut his eyes, and leaned over to the side, his mind drifting away.

——

When did all the chaos begin? Wasn't a year ago? What happened that day? Was he afraid? Did he really care?

He was sitting in the room they locked him in, when he heard gunfire. Screams and the sound of swords clashes followed, then silence. He sneaked a peak through the keyhole, only to see a complete massacre.

Someone approached, and knocked on the door. Mylos saw this, and then stepped back with a cold face. Just as soon as the intruder was about to burst into the room, a crazed Mylos kicked the door open from his end.

The one of the other side was sent flying, only to crash into a wall with his back. Mylos noticed the blood from underneath the door, a strange calmness overwhelming him as he stepped forward and peaked outside.

All the guards with him, they were all dead! All Mylos's vision was filled with was the bodies of demons guarding him just a few minutes ago, their heads severed.

The only ones with their head intact had their limbs torn off from their body, and were left to die slowly. Before it was too late, Mylos felt it was right for him to escape so all their deaths wouldn't be in vain. But, why did they die?

Stumbling back, Mylos felt fear and rage rise up within him as he realised what had happened, and he furrowed both brows furiously. He shook his head, shaking off the fear within him, then dashed out a window behind him.

He was at the second floor, a jump from this height was not going to kill him. If anything, he would break an arm or two and they'd be healed a few hours later, any other wound would be healed in mere minutes.

“Shatter!”

The glass window shattered from the blow he dealt to it with his body as he jumped out, creating a sound he was sure would attract those who killed the other demons. A split second after his jump, he landed on his face.

The glass shards bruised his open skin, drawing blood in seconds. Mylos shook off the pain and began to sprint at a high speed, his back drenched in sweat as he thought about what was happening. He had no where to hide!

He had been stationed in the middle of nowhere, so no humans lived in this area. There was only a vast expanse of tall trees, and some thick bushes. In the vicinity, there was only two buildings he knew off.

The warehouse he just broke out of, and a smaller one just a few yards away! Although Father had forbidden a confused Mylos from entering, he seemed to ignore all the warnings as he charged forward.

The sound of hunters chasing after him fuelled him, his brows knitted as he sprinted. Trees blurred past, a symphony of evasion bloomed as he weaved through them, agilely sidestepping bushes and gracefully ducking beneath outstretched branches, his momentum unwavering.

Snap!

In a heartbeat, Mylos lost his footing, hurtling into the air before colliding with a looming building ahead. With sheer determination, he used his head to force open the doors, crashing into the interior of the smaller structure.

He sidestepped on wet leaves!

As he crossed the threshold, the doors sealed shut, and reality itself seemed to twist and contort in a surreal dance. Before the young demon could gather his senses, he was abruptly thrust into an alien realm, a place he instinctively recognized as beyond his rightful domain.

"Where am I?"