The scene was surprisingly clean, unless you happened to know the perpetrator. And I did...which is good. But the average human would be shocked and surprised, and later confused, to find this particular murder scene. After all, there were just five bodies laying there on the ground, no marks, no blood, no nothing to indicate how they died, except for the horrified expressions on each man's face. And I guess you could count the pools of piss surrounding a few of the bodies where the oh-so-brave men had lost control in the face of something truly horrible.

Like me.

I couldn't help but laugh thinking about it. They were asses, and perverts. The kind of men who would have had a difficult time finding sanctuary anywhere but the infamous town of Burnlord, and the deepest parts of the demon run kingdoms. Well, they might have found a nice welcome there had I not been there, but it's fairly difficult to get along in a country where the son of the man that the rulers look up to as a sort of god (without all the sickening goodness that most gods have) loathes you. So that really only left Burnlord.

Too bad they had been too stupid to realize who the girlish-looking "little boy" they had tried to pick up in the bar had been. I'd been relatively nice to them the first time they approached me. I'd only broken the leader's arm with a flow of power before sending them running in terror. I'd been in a good mood that night, looking forward to returning to a bed (and bedmate) that I'd been away from too long, and I'd been feeling indulgent, so I didn't kill the men for the first offense.

But I did remember their faces, in case I happened upon them a second time and they did the same thing. Of course, not even the lowest demon, the ones that are barely more intelligent than your average ant, would be stupid enough to try to pick up the same "boy" who had broken the demon in question's arm the first time. So I was assuming that I had done a good thing, and scared off some more of the perverts who wander the bars. How was I supposed to know that these men didn't even have the intelligence of a bug?

I was right in the middle of demon-run territory when I met up with them the second time. They, despite the fact that I am more than famous among all the kingdoms, demon-run or otherwise, had no clue who the "little boy" who broke their leader's arm was. Even after spending at least a week traveling across demon territory, they still had no clue... And they were, I guess, getting pretty desperate by the time they found me again. They were afraid of me, something that they reeked of, but their lust overcame them, and I found them bothering me a second time in the common room of an inn where everyone else knew exactly who I was, and what I was like.

No one tried to stop them. A human might have, particularly in the middle of that bar, where they were the lone humans surrounded by demons of all kinds. But demons aren't that nice. We don't care whether the humans are too stupid to not get themselves killed off or not, and so the demons in the bar didn't even give the first thought to warning the men against approaching me as they started in my direction.

Hell, the demons found it amusing, and I can't say I blamed them.