Demon Time.

One.

Run, jump, skip, fly…whatever needed to be done.

To get out of there.

Let me give you a little bit of a background story: My name is Damien. I'm a runaway demon from hell. I hated that life and sought to live a new one but…Hell didn't like that. Now, there's a huge bounty over me in the overworld…it's frustrating. Back to the present. 

"Get off my tail already…!" I called out to the mob chasing after me. That sentence was almost all too literal…they were literally almost touching my tail.

Ever heard of personal space?!

I huffed as I turned a corner, halfway tripping as I kept on. I was getting really tired…the bounty is literally 6,000,00 gold…who the hell wouldn't come after me? 

I looked back at the mod, they had Laser Rifles and other weaponry. There were at least 50 of them. I let out a huff and shook my head, climbing up a building.

Fuck sociopaths.

I sighed as I sat on the building for a moment, peeking over the edge. That almost cost me my life…they tried to shoot me in the head with their lasers!

I shook my head and laid down, relaxing on the roof. I really gotta skip towns or some shit. This ain't working. 

People really do anything for currency these days…these low lifes won't even give me a break! 

I quickly sat up as I heard footsteps. They were slow footsteps…unlike the mob.

"Heyyy there, I've seen your face before, eh?" I was looking at some guy in a business suit, purple hair down to his shoulder blades. He had purple eyes as well that seemed to be staring into my soul as he smirked at me.

"...no, you got the wrong guy." I hummed and shrugged my shoulders. There was no doubt about it…he was after me as well.

He slightly tilted his head, walking over and crouching in front of me. Mind you, I was sitting on the ground on my ass, ready to kick this guy in the balls if needed.

"Hm, I'm pretty sure you're him. Damien right? You look like a fun dude." He smiled and held his hand out for a shake. Who does this guy think he is? I have no clue where that hand has been.

"...you look fun too. Wearing a suit for what seems to be no exact reason must be fun, huh?" I didn't take his hand as I narrowed my eyes. He raised his eyebrows and stood up straight.

"Well, I just like suits. It is fun, for your information." He smiled and rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, what do you want man?" I asked him, just wanting to go home.

He huffed, crossing his arms. "I want to be friends!" He said. There was a moment of silence as I just stared at him blankly.

"...I'm not looking for friends. Sorry pal." I glared at him as I scooted back, ready to kick him in the nuts if needed.