In a small village in northern Daemonia an Elder tells the children an ancient tale...

"Come now children." The Elder speaks. "Let me tell you a story."

The children huddle around the old man, they needed to in this cold.

"Once upon a time, in an ancient land, there was a race that directly opposed the gods." His words were followed with magic lights and swirls. "This race once lived on Daemonia, Ali please sit and listen, these people are said to have been created by dark and evil gods and monsters. They were an evil race, one that enjoyed the practice of slavery and genocide. They waged war with themselves and other races alike, Humans, Dwarves, Elves and so so many more. This race was truly an work of evil itself. The name of this race has been forgotten by all but us Daemons, the race called themselves 'Demons'. The reason why the name of our race and theirs? Because we're their decedents. But we are not 'Demons' as we have changed as we have mingled with the other races. Though how this happened is still a mystery yet to be solved." He looked at all the children. "Does any one have any questions?" A dozen hands shot up. "Ben, I will answer yours first." The child then asked. "What did the Demons look like?"

"They looked like many things, from lions with wings to snakes with a beavers tail." The elder answered and he did so with the other children.