" Have you ever toght that there was something you could never achieve? This demon haven't. "

At some point everybody has to choose what they want to be. Azaron has only one dream for his entire life - to help others and save lives of his fellow fighters. Unfortunately, it isn't considered normal for a demon to be a healer.

As learning wasn't possible in depths of Hell, Azaron had to leave his home an seek for other places to study. For long years everyone he tried to talk to would flee in fear or ready their weapons. As chances of success were falling down and crushing, breaking into sharp shards, cutting throug Azaron's very soul, his determination only grew stronger.

Years went by as our hero couldn't even start to learn the craft of his dreams, he decided to go into mountains, away from aeeogant elves, insolet humans, fearful driads and sinister drow. As there was no hope, Azaron decided to freeze to death in the highest mountains of the kingdom.

During his journey, he saw a lonely monastery in the middle of the blizzard. Slowly moving throug the storm, falling into snow waist-deep, Azaron has finally been able to make it to the front gate, where he was greeted by an old... person.


After long ten years the demon has finally descended from the mountains. With green glow radiating from his right hand and magma flowing in his left arms veins, melting the snow and leaving a trail of fresh grass that would die in cold as he walks further, our hero has finally came back. With the skill he needed, now it's time for him to accomplish what he lives for - save every life he can.