[I]"What the hell is happening!" "Where did they come from?!" "Is this the end of the world!?" "Why have the gods forsaken us!?"[/I] These were the hushed whispers that filled the air of the town's windmill. Apparently a good deal of the village's population, maybe two dozen families or more, had decided to take refuge in the large stone structure after the raid had began. They had managed to construct a makeshift barricade for the door out of what seemed to be whatever they found in the mill, random pieces of loose wood, heavy sacks of grain, etc. About five men were pressed up against the barricade for good measure. The fear and silent panic was so thick in the air of that room one could practically cut it with a knife. [color=ed145b]"Mommy, a-are we going to be okay?"[/color] A young girl, who couldn't of been more than nine years old, asked the question that was on everybody's mind, but were too scared to ask.

[color=ed1c24][b]"Well that would all depend on your definition of okay, sweetheart."[/b][/color] A disturbingly calm voice answered from seemingly no where. With a gasp the occupants of the makeshift shelter looked up to find the sight of a crimson haired gentleman nonchalantly sitting among the rafters. [color=ed1c24][b]"Though by mine that would be a unmistakable no."[/b][/color] He said with a light hearted chuckle, causing more of a stir among the villagers.

[color=00a651]"W-Who are you?"[/color] A older looking fellow said as he stepped forward among the group, a woman that must of been around the man's age standing close behind him. [color=ed1c24][b]"Oh my name isn't all that important. What is however is the fact that I am offering you lucky folks salvation from the brutal death that awaits you all out side of the windmill."[/b][/color] The deathly pale man said with a sly smile. A moment later the man vanished before reappearing in front of the crowd. [color=ed1c24][b]"As you all can tell things are not going so well for your neighbors outside."[/b][/color] He said, just in time for the sound of some poor soul to call out a blood curdling death screech. 

The mass of people all herded together, more than a bit wary of the randomly appearing fellow. [color=00a651]"What... how could you help us?"[/color] The same older man from before asked, prompting a chuckle out of the dark clothes cladded gentleman. [color=ed1c24][b]"Well despite what you might think of my less than impressive appearance I am actually a quite powerful being."[/b][/color] The red head said as he took a step forward. [color=ed1c24][b]"I can guarantee that each and everyone of you will not only survive this day, but will go onto live meaningful productive lives."[/b][/color] He said with another step. [color=ed1c24][b]"All it will take is a simple deal."[/b][/color]

[color=00a651]"What deal?"[/color] The elderly man asked, holding the woman, who was behind him before, close to him. [color=ed1c24][b]"Oh it is nothing really, I just want one little thing from each of you.."[/b][/color] Just then the booming voice that just dripped evil rang out demanding the surrender of each and every villager in the town. [color=ed1c24][b]"Ohhh he defiantly doesn't sound happy."[/b][/color] The man said with a chuckle before looking back the crowd, who were now all at a even higher level of panic. [color=00a651]"We will take the deal!"[/color] The elderly man snapped quickly, a look of pure desperation in his eyes. [color=ed1c24][b]"Perfect."[/b][/color] The fiery haired man said before snapping his fingers.

It wasn't even a moment later that the crowd was out of the village and in the woods. The celebration that fallowed was quickly cut short by the realization that they were all shackled together. [color=00a651]"What- WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"[/color] The old man bellowed, looking at the red haired man in pure rage. [color=ed1c24][b]"Oh it is just part of the deal, you all won't die in the village attack and get to live long productive lives... as prisoners, servants, test subjects, and whatever else me and my associates may need. Oh and just to give you a heads up, I may kind of own your souls."[/b][/color] The man said with a chuckle. The crowed looked upon him in horror. [color=00a651]"Y-You. Monster!"[/color] The old man yelled, only to get a smirk as a response. [color=ed1c24][b]"Actually you mean demon, now shall we be off? The cave holding cells are calling and all."[/b][/color]

As the group all argued and raged the red haired man simply chuckled and shook his head. [color=ed1c24][b]"Almost too easy."[/b][/color] He said as he began to lead the group. As lack luster as this may have seemed compared to the destruction of village, the capturing of so many live people was a perfect use of a demon's skills, even more so if that demon is one Azavarn, lord of the deal.