It's been months since Sorvantes attempted to venture back into the blasted shadow realm. Months since he had done the impossible. Directly oppose his father's rule. It was a clear hierarchy in the demon world and rank shifts were numerous and mostly brutal in their changes. Lesser demons, incomparably large monsters that come in a sundry of miscellaneous shapes and sizes, vie for power and for attaining higher levels by massacring each other in droves and consuming each other with cannibalistic abandon to increase their power and ascend through the ranks. Right above the common rabble are the normal demons. A bit smaller in size than their earlier counterparts but what they lack for size they make up for in sentience. While those lesser demons are just frenzied monstrosities, the normals possess varying degrees of intelligence, and in some rare cases, they can speak. The same process reciprocates among normals, albeit with more viciousness, ferocity, and cunning than in the lower ranks. The pinnacle of these ranks is the arch-demons. Usually favoured as pets by the Alpha Omegas, They are the closest things that could resemble anything human. Standing at least over three metres in length, and with mostly shadowy bodies that ebb and flow more than form solidly, arch-demons are extremely cunning creatures who have killed, devoured, deceived, and destroyed countless members of the demon race to get to their level of power and intelligence. The Alpha Omegas, the name strikes fear into even the coldest of hearts and the hardiest elite demons cower in fear at the approach of one of them. These titles are only granted to the offspring of the Demon King who rules the shadow realm with an unyielding will that tolerates no disobedience of any kind. There are only two Alpha Omegas in existence. Sorvantes, now known as the Demon's Bane, and Gillian, the Black Heart. Non-identical twin brothers, the Alpha Omegas once were inseparable brothers who reveled in the annihilation of entire worlds and the obliteration of races, leaving scorched worlds and scarred remains in their destructive wake. The comparison between Sorvantes and Gillian were like night and day or the sun and the moon. While Sorvantes was chaotic and enjoyed killing and massacring everyone with reckless abandon, Gillian was the cold and ever calm antagonist to Sorvantes.
A story perhaps for another time, as Sorvantes refocused on the present, his title of Alpha Omega meaningless as he barely escaped from the demon king's realm, stripped of his previous power and boundless might. He has escaped to a frequented world called Lesunia only to be immediately whisked away into this strange world where he found himself outside this seemingly impossible tavern. It look small and normal from the outside but as soon as he entered, after healing his wounds with regeneration, he was astounded by the sheer size of this place. 'The magic in this world certainly feels stronger here than in Lesunia' He thought inwardly. That or his new weakness made him more sensitive to his surroundings. He surveyed the room as he entered. Patrons of all races and sizes sat around in ordered places or random positions, it mattered not for it seems you could find a place to sit anywhere. Servants flitted among customers, serving food and drink all over the place with practiced ease. He moved forward, his clinking armour now a participant in the background noise of the busy tavern, and reached the bar counter. He called for the barkeep, who responded instantly, and spoke to him. "Greetings, can you get me something to drink? anything will do.". The barkeep silently nodded and went to bring him what he desired. Sorvantes wondered if they'd accept gold coins, he did not know whether it mattered if the currency was of this world or not but he only figured he can try and see what happens.