Aruna
Aruna folded her arms and said, "For the record, I am 500 years old. And you know, most demons are just scared. When humans face danger, they face fight or flight. For us demons, it is consumed, flee or fight to the death."
Aruna stared at him for a second, and for a moment, she thought she could see a hint of sadness. "Yeah your right... it doesn't matter. I just want to be accepted, to be loved, especially by humans. I can't give you the high ground. I've killed plenty. It was fun too, to see those faces of anguish and despair as a stronger form squished out the last remainders of their pitful lives..."
She shook her head. "I wasn't born in the war, but I still feel the pain from it."