Kuroda walked across a desolate plain. The sky was red, like the color of blood. It was said that the sky here used to be blue, before the demons were released. At least, that's what he had heard. The half-demon was too young to have ever seen the blue skies this planet once had. There was once green forests, now left with only twisted remains of trunks and branches.<br/><br/>Kuroda smiled to himself, thinking it was ironic: The demons had escaped from Hell to take over the earth, because they desired to have what the humans did. Now that the demons had come here, the whole world was slowly becoming more and more like Hell by the day.<br/><br/>The half-demon was frustrated by his slow progress, but knew better than to use his wings unless he had to. He didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to himself. Finding trouble was easy enough for him as it was. It was simply a matter of time before he was attacked by a demon for his human blood, or attacked by a group of humans who hated him for his demon heritage.<br/><br/>He walked, a black cloak covering him from the neck down, his sword tucked into his belt, ready to draw at a moment's notice.