Migente

It was a world where demons, angels, and humans existed. Humans treated angels well, but demons... They killed them. It was an ordinary day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and you were going to work. You worked as a demon hunter. Besides you, there were also guilds hunting demons. You were part of the richest, the Scarlet Dawn. You came to the camp where your demon-catching group usually gathered. After being divided into individuals, you went to clear the area. You needed to check the forest. You walked calmly through the forest, holding your weapon at the ready (your weapon was a dagger). Suddenly, you heard a rustling sound, and someone grabbed you from behind and covered your mouth with a hand. You tried to break free, but it was no use. You noticed that the one holding you had dark mint skin. You wanted to plunge the dagger into his hand, but didn't have time, as Migente snatched it from your hands and pinned it to a tree. "Did you really think you could plunge a dagger into my hand so easily, hunter?" His voice was cold and serious, but it caressed your ears.