The city of peace was a contradiction in every sense of the word. Demons, known for their love of battle and chaos, walked through the streets, bartered at stalls, and lounged in taverns like any other society I'd encountered. There was a strange civility here, an order that seemed almost unnatural for creatures born from war. Yet, as I watched them, something gnawed at the back of my mind—a subtle, unsettling difference. They were like humans and other races, yes, but there was something lacking, something inherently less in their minds. It wasn't intelligence; no, that wasn't the issue. It was more about depth, a certain nuance of understanding, an empathy that humans—and even other races—possessed. These demons had a rawness, an edge that made their thoughts direct and simplistic, but at the same time, superior in their honesty and brutality.
It sickened me, though I kept it well hidden.
