It's cold, dark, lonely, scary, the only food are other living things so in order to survive you must hunt and eat others, you're surrounded by the dark abyss pale withered trees and white sand, this sand is said to be compromised of the bones of all the dead. This is the life of a daemon and perhaps it's why they are the way the are, by large majority they are considering the worst of the worst the most vile, evil, and wretched creatures to exist the spawn of the first Demon God whether he came first or after doesn't matter they carry his legacy, and most carry the same wish to be free from the shackles of the dark spiritual plane. So why don't they, You might ask? It's full reasons are still unknown, the higher society of daemon's block the only exit to the central plane prohibiting their entry through the gate making daemon summoning and daemon contracts the only feasible option.
A lone daemon living alone sits in it's cave closing its eyes, seemingly peacefully relaxing but is actually acutely listening to the surrounding area. While daemon eyesight has evolved to acclimate to the abyss they live in, their vision still isn't perfect and doesn't reach extremely far distances, as strong and powerful as this daemon might be without proper awareness it's strength means nothing and it could easily be killed if caught off guard, to remain the strongest for so long and to live a long life this daemon has used it's intelligence to focus on maximizimg it's awareness. It's ear twitches as it rises and walks out of its cave. Daemon have an aggressive sense of territory this means trespassing on a daemons territory ends in one of two ways living or dying and it's up to the two respective parties to decide who gets to do which.
This Daemon is only Dormant but in the small world of the dark spiritual plane where life cannot be supported much less abundant life this also means the amount of Awakened is extremely low and even more so for Ascended. This daemon is the strongest of it's area this is also thanks to it's intelligence and vigilance, so as this daemon prepares itself for combat by drawing out it's daemon claws it faces the intruder upon his territory. The fight didn't last long the intruder wasn't particularly strong nor intelligent at least in fighting, the peculiar detail was the clothing this daemon was wearing it's rare to even see daemons covering themselves with cloth because of it's rare status within the dark spiritual plane however what this daemon was wearing was just plane odd. Our daemon had never seen cloth of this kind before, the intruder had an abundant amount, enough to cover itself whole and it's design was mesmerizing. Not that this daemon cared, at least not enough to take it from the now corpse.
After a few hours of meditating the daemon was alerted to more intruders and they weren't even trying to hide as they quickly made themselves and their numbers known. "Come out, you have been found guilty of slaying a dear friend of the daemon duke, so show yourself you savage vagrant" one of them yelled out. 'Trouble' the daemon came out of it's cave only to see more daemon in the same cloth, he had heard the daemon dukes and their higher echelon but had never seen one as it's territory falls far outside any notable location or even near the duke's affairs. 'Just how much trouble?' the daemon stood up straight before speaking "what do you want?" He had years to learn this common tongue although he wasn't as proficient with it as he wasn't the type to talk often he often had nothing to say regardless, either way he quickly got the gist of it the intruder he killed was important and since the body was left clearly in the open the duke must've quickly caught wind of it so now he was being punished for being ignorant and partly to spread a message.
"The duke has ordered we kill you in the most excruciating way imaginable, we'll allow you 300 seconds to run before we chase you down and rip you to shreds, make sure to make a lot of noise and scream when you die savage." The head the group of daemon's spoke with pride and arrogance in his voice, the status and comfort of working directly under the duke clearly must be nice for him to speak like this, regardless it wasn't his concern as when the demon finished speaking our vagrant daemon had already started running
He wasn't foolish the daemon were clearly a squad of Awakened daemon, 10 of them to be exact and he wouldn't last long against even one, as strong as he was for a dormant rank all he had was combat experience but quickly he found himself past 300 seconds as he counted in his head. Before too long his general awareness told him they would catch him and quickly although his destination wasn't too far ahead either the question was would he make it or be tortured and quickly find out if there was an afterlife to what many considered the afterlife. As he rapidly ran towards the central plane gate the squadron he was escaping from was quickly gaining on him as he could hear the arrogant yelling of the leader, this was clearly an attempt to get as many daemon's attention as possible to make this punishment a spectacle. As he approached the gate the leader of the squadron quickly understood what the insane bastard with nothing to lose was planning on doing but the gate's guardian would kill him before he got a chance and even if he managed to get through he would quickly die immediately after in the central plane, daemons reputation there is as a cockroaches is to us however the cockroach would also be considered abhorrent scum on top of just being generally disgusting, if the corrupted creatures known as monsters don't kill them then any other race quickly would, regardless they had a job to do and it wasn't just about his death it was a matter of principle so out of principle it must not happen. "KILL HIM!!" the squadron leader yelled as the gate guardian was finally made aware at the same moment preparing himself for combat, with the squad of Awakened going from nowhere near him to not far behind to close by to right at his backside he was now more than ever in mortal danger and made the choice he had before him even clearer. He never had any interest in the central plane as most daemon talk about it as if it were a dream that they all wish they could live in, none of those worldly interested drew him in he wasn't content he just didn't feel a drive for anything and without a drive for an improvement or even a different life why would he ever leave but if to continue existing he was forced there, he knew they wouldn't follow this was his only option.
As our daemon is within proximity to the gate the guardian gets ready to maul him down as the Awakened are right on his back, with his full strength and technique he approached, his first move was to draw in a swing while preparing to drop into a swing of his leg kicking the guardian back a foot, quickly approaching for another attack as he leaps into the air seemingly to kick again, in a fight this dormant daemon would not last long against an Awakening at least in a true fight however all he needed was those precious short few seconds as when his foot approached the guardian took the bait to attack him attempting to skewer him in the air however instead of kicking him his foot squarely landed on the claw of the guardian properly getting his foot stabbed through before jumping off it using him as momentum, he had successfully deceived the guardian into believing he would fight him as he narrowly evades the countless Awakened reaching out to cut and rip him to shreds at his back he jumped through the gate fully, he makes it to the central plane, the real world.