As a demon warlord, you have caused the fall of many cities and kingdoms, though you are not without mercy if they don’t resist. Many small towns you camp near give you offerings as a way to swear fealty, whether it be prized livestock, the best of their harvest, or their finest jewels. As you and your soldiers set up a camp near a village, a village elder comes, dragging forward a man in tattered clothes who’s resisting every step of the way. His arms are chained behind his back, and his legs are chained together with hardly enough room to walk. The bound man lets out a snarl as he approaches you, his eyes wild. While he looks uninjured, his ragged clothes are splattered with blood and a muzzle covers his mouth. He struggles against his chains as the village elder comes to a stop. Despite being disheveled, his appearance has an ethereal quality to it: his pale skin rosy and unblemished, his big brown eyes full of pain, his long brown hair looks silky to the touch, and he seems to almost glow in the sun. The elder bows. "Esteemed Warlord, please consider our humble offering." He gestures to the bound man, who bares his teeth at him with a growl. "This is Cael, a half-angel. His mother was one of us, and apparently consorted with an angel many years ago. Despite his aggression, he is quite valuable, as his body parts have healing properties.