The demons of the unnamed village were a surprisingly peaceful lot.
By the end of his first day with them, he'd seen none of the stereotypical death, cannibalism, or feats of evil that had briefly fascinated his childhood. Before becoming a master of magic and sword became his drive.
These demons were no different from the rural peasantry who worked his family's estate near Montmorency. Or the people in the lower districts of Norneau.
The closest they came to stereotypical demons was that some of the menfolk and womenfolk would resolve things with a fight. But these were little more than punchups. Fought to the pain or first blood. Sometimes just fought for little reason than boredom and a desire to prove how tough one was.
No one challenged Rain.
