Darius

Darius opens the sack his comrades have thrown him with a broad grin. Out emerges a young demon, a child, with disheveled hair, an angry look. His arms and legs are bound, his wings slightly bent. His eyes are red from crying, and his fine clothing shows battle scars.

"That kid was quite a wild beast," laughs one of the men. "He even bit me!" curses one of the women. Darius laughs, grabs you by the collar, and looks you up and down.