Leona wandered the streets aimlessly.The world was truly divided.On one side all there could be seen was chaos,blood...and worst of all death.She watched as a homeless creature sat there,simply waiting for his doom it seemed.She herself was a demon.A demon who didn't know what to do.Standing by the demoness as a noble would be an interesting adventure indeed,fighting beside her soldiers would've made her parents proud of her sure..But,she knew in her heart that wasn't what she wanted to do.Standing beside the peacefuls would've made her parents even more proud.Her green dress drug along the ground,and her raven black hair stuck to her face.

Leona lived up to her nickname;Lone.She had no friends..What was the point when she was so hideous..At least that's what she had thought.She had no home,and lived amungst the homeless in alleys,or behind buildings.Hell Acre's would make a nice home,but Leona didn't want to be there either.She liked being alone in a sense,but at the same time she longed to find her meaning for being here.Sitting down on a bench,she sighed and propped her elbows on her knees cupping her chin in her hand.To fight or to be peaceful?God,I wish someone could help me decide.She got lost in her thoughts and just sat there silently.

Zammbodd eyed his target carefully, the tunnel his targets associates had chosen was easy to gain entrance to. Two guards had been stationed there until Zammbodd slipped behind them and slit their throats. He clung to the shadows that were offered to him as he listened to his target ramble about the usual underworld criminal crap. Zammbodd quickly took out a vial filled with a green liquid and threw it at the associates, they were killed slowly as the acid from the vial burned them. Before the target could figure out what was happening he already felt Zammbodd's knife cut across his throat.

As he walked along the streets paved with cobble stones, his mind turned to things of the past: The war and when his parents were alive. Oh how he missed them; They, who treated him normally; They, who didn't treat him differently. His thoughts then turned the peace treaty that was made: A blood-letting with the Demoness: Adricune Denalia. They had become bonded by blood, which was a sacred thing with Demons. The Demons.... oh how some of his people hated them.... But he knew not why. He tried to reason with them, but they were tainted beyond repair. And the Demons were wary of his kind as well. After the war, he thought things would be fine, but they weren't, and he wish he knew why. Hell's Acre.... It was the only place any of them could fight or even touch each other.... A barren, almost deserted wasteland it was. It had caves where some lived, if you could call it living. Most went to die in Hell's Acre. After snapping back from his thoughts, he was looking at the barrier.... The only thing keeping everyone separate. No one knew what he could do... The he could tear it down if the need was great enough... He was content to just leave it be and pass through it and take on his Demonic form.