The young demon Azmyth was standing on the outskirts of the village he protected just a few months before, for the very start the people of this village had been kind to him, an orphan who's birth was foretold to bring great change to the world around him.The rare black ivory growing out of his head as horns was enough to convince hunters he was the one, lords from other regions where after his head, they wanted him dead... and for their own selfish purposes also. Even so he had his new home, witch he treasured for his own reasons, He also had quite a few friends human and demon alike every one was treated well in this sanctuary.
The young lord to be was about 20 human years old but only looked about 16, His faithful but argumentative and troublesome pet, Lethar, stood by his side nearly 90% of the time. Together they where enough to make the village elder's heart skip a beat, running around Azmyth rarely stood still for a few minutes unless the high priest, a bull demon like Azmyth told him so.
Azmyth was unusually sensitive to magic, just being around magic or special abilities made him fall ill until it was removed from his presence.
On this particular day Azmyth was running through the forest he called home darting from tree branch and dashing along the cool forest floor, the smirk never leaving his face as his pupil-less eyes continuously checked his surroundings.
