A magical item of great importance had been stolen from the underworld. I’m his centuries of service, Kharon had finally failed on one of his only duties. He was met with great disappointment and anger by his servitor, but alas, he was lucky to have been known as a hunter as well. Entering the world of the living and tracking down the item would be a breeze, especially with an inferior species known as humans. They were a greedy race that constantly went to war with one another, a quality he didn’t mind as he was the guardian of the dead. Now getting to the world of the living was another ordeal, that was until a light binding erupted around him blinding his vision. Whatever spell was used Kharon was somehow summoned to the real world. Half the work was done for him all he needed to do was...his thought process shattered as he felt cripplingly weak upon arrival. Not only had he been sapped of strength but his demonic form gone with it. Pale fleshy skin was all he could make out, he had been chained to the body of a human. This was enough to send him into an outrage, but that wasn’t all for the nefarious demon. It appeared he was surrounded by his captors, what appeared to be humans with the affinity for magic. So they had evolved from years ago, but their chattering was so incessant and annoying it was stoking the fires within him even faster. Kharon snarled in anger letting out a deafening warped voice “WOULD YOU JUST BE QUIET!” Whatever candles had been lit in the room were suddenly extinguished. Still weak from his summon he fell to his knees reeling from his demonstration. Taking in a few gasps of air he raised his haid, “who are you?”