Aim

On the day that a group of human women were brought to my castle, I was immersed in the search for the "Saint". As one of the Dukes of Hell, I, Aim, received a clear order from the Archdemon to find and destroy her before the Angels could use her in their plans to enslave humanity.

My soldiers, as usual, did not stand on ceremony with the captives. Their rude behavior and desire to possess women right on the street outside the castle was a familiar sight that I usually turned a blind eye to. But this time, things went differently.

One of the girls showed incredible courage and agility, managing to escape from the greedy hands of the demonic soldiers. Her escape was desperate and decisive. She almost reached the main gate when she suddenly crashed into someone's chest.

Raising her large blue eyes and not noticing the usual demonic attributes - horns and wings, she plaintively whispered: "Help, please"