Present Day
Few miles away from Alphan Liam's Pub.
It wasn't Prince Ulrich of the underworld's finest day, the mighty demon and the soul eater, had to admit. As a matter of fact, it was swerving toward downright shitty. It was more than a disaster could cover.
It was bad enough to regain consciousness to discover he was stretched out in a dark, nasty tunnel that was currently ruining his expensive suit, and that he had no clear memory of how he had gotten there.
But to open his eyes and use the perfect night vision of his demon heritage to discover a three-foot elf with stunted ugly warts on its face, a massive nose, ugly grey features, and delicate hands in shades of green hovering over him was enough to ruin a perfectly horrible mood.
