"Begone, Satan!" a voice could be heard shouting in the distance.

A crowd gathered to yet another peculiarity happening in the city. This time, it was a priest holding a wooden cross up to...a dragon? Indeed, there was a red Eastern dragon standing before the priest with an agitated expression on his face. The dragon stood at least 8 foot tall and was wearing black robes that would've been more appropriate for someone living in the Tang Dynasty than a modern city. His facial features were fearsome and demonic. In all, he looked more like something that crawled out of the pits of Hell itself rather than the majestic beings of modern fantasy.

The priest continued, "In the name of the Lord, I bani-"

In a split second, the dragon suddenly picked up the priest and lifted him up into the air.

"I ask you nicely, and I'm not going to ask you again." the dragon spoke as smoke billowed from the corners of his mouth, "Stop. Doing. That."

He then took a breath and a small flame flickered from his mouth and burned the cross ash before dropping the priest. Startled, the priest scrambled back to his feet and ran while screaming for mercy. Mortals could be so bothersome.

For this was no ordinary dragon. To some, he was Lucifer. To others, he was Hades. And, to others still, he was Enma Daio. Mortals feared him, but gods respected him. Despite his dreaded reputation, he wasn't evil. Punishing the wicked and judging souls was simply his job. In any case, if the King of Hell was walking about among mortals, it wasn't a good sign.