@hoperidesalcne liked for a starter While the skies turned pink, snow within the deep forest turned dark shades of crimson. Once was a peaceful area that was the home of many animals, that felt safe, was now a war zone, it was quiet the day before, but now screams of pain, and anger filled the densely populated woodland. It was officially twilight now, the sun was setting, the skies beautiful, and the beauty would have stayed, but smoke began to rise from the woods. The smell of burning trees and grass had polluted the air. Deeper in this wooded graveyard was a battle that had just ended. The screams of pain had ended, as did the ones of anger, but a constant growl kept itself present. Standing over the dead, was the young demon king, two blood covered axes gripped tightly in each hand, his body tense. The men that died needed armor, yet it still did not protect them from such force. Raifer didn't wear anything but the animal hide trousers that kept his entire lower half warm. Snow tried to find landing on his red and black skin, but his heat was so intense that it would melt before it came close. Such a victory called for celebration, but he was alone, without a crown, without his people, without a home. Releasing out a terrifying, and bloodthirsty scream that had caused what remaining inhabitants to flee the vicinity, this is what would have to do as a celebration.