Baron Montesquieu looks despondently at his ruined abode. The demons had not been kind to his lands. His people has fled; he has no tax income; no family to speak of ever since the Demon King descended upon this once prospering barony. (A little wordy, will revise later)

  But he was not without naught, he had managed to scavenge a few demonic artifacts. In hopes of reuniting with his family, he stabs pokes himself in the chest with a blood red dagger with a black, ornate guard.

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  Montecci sits on his chair, while perusing a book: Nutrition for Dummies 101st edition. His room is decorated with heaps of books scattered among the floor. He never found the need to organize his books; he could always just wack around and find it. Abruptly, his vision changes.

  “Big donkey’s balls! Hay the fuaq Judd happenrf?” he yells into a dark cellar, dimly lit by the torch’s light. It took several moments before Montecci regained his composure.