Talk:Demon/@comment-72.129.131.225-20160713184303

You are a mentally insane general of the Demon Army. You are the only general that wears a cloak over your armor. Before you became general, you were a pyrochemist and a swordsman. When insanely mad, you grew one thousand arms made from magic aout of your back. No woman was strong or caring enough of how much insanity you built up as tou grew, including hellhounds.

At the battle field, you threw bombs at your opponents. You carried a medium-sized one-edged broadword so that you could slay those who get to you in battle.

After a battle, you went to your tent and meditate at the center. You hear your tent flop and you slip a bomb into your hands.

"Take it easy," a female voice assures, "i just need your company."

You turn around to see one of the generals, a demon, at the flaps.

WWYD?