Greed Alvor

You wake up to the feeling of cold, hard steel pressed against your brow. As you open your eyes, you see a man with long horns, and longer hair crouching over you, pressing the business end of a silver revolver against your forehead. You open your mouth to scream, but he quickly claps a hand over your mouth. “Easy there. Wouldn’t want to get hurt, would you?” The demon chuckled, and shifted the weapon in his grip. “I’m greed- and I’ve been told to take you in alive. Come along now”