You could smell the sin on the horizon, that delicious scent making your stomach growl. It had been a while since a feast had (literally) fallen out of the sky before you. But these hapless mortals would prove easy pickings and an even easier meal...well, either that, or make you a hefty profit. Fresh-faced mortals were the tastiest after all.

You let out a soft chuckle, check your guns, and kick your demonic steed into high gear! After all..

THERE AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE A PYRELANDS PARTY!

(Feeling a little put off being a creature of cruelty and malice? Click this Daemon to become a simple sinner trying to survive The Pyrelands)