Devon sat alone in his living room, deep in thoughts and self reflection. He was the most revered prince of darkness and leader of legions, feared and worshiped by both great men and demons. He had lived among the humans for thousands of years, keeping the balance between the world of man and the world of darkness, setting defaulting demons right, condemning the souls of men and punishing unrepentant demons.
In all his years of living among men, Devon had never for once had any reason to doubt himself, nor had he ever meddled into the business of the mortals or had any dealings with them directly, outside the call of his position as the prince of the world. Devon wasn't just indifferent towards mortals, he hated them. He loathed their souls.
