An Iramasha's Downfall

Draven was walking slowly having tough time wondering if he should rejoin with the Iramasha clan or not, he said to them he refused the rank of a guard. Draven still thought the whole race was garbage with angels and demons racism among the ranks still no peace came from this after the fall on heroic demon. He was still true to Devilman's legacy still hoping not to break the late demon's code of honor still the thoughts of the demon heritage were entering his mind. Draven thought the Iramasha clan and the ziamichi were too strong that their was an unbalance within the world. Something had to be done but still the demon iramasha was having second doubts perhaps helping some demons would help ease his mind of such bad problems. He didn't want to run into any stronger demons still the thought of meeting a lone demon was going to be a challenge were any demons going to listen to him. Their were a bunch of half demons and regular demon during the Devilman's reign but most of them fled with dark reigns of the demon world. Draven still didn't any means of contacting one of them seeing if they were alright, if they have personal problems or if they need any help whatsoever.

"I can't just help my own race just yet their been a power struggle within the demon world...I need to know what's been going on" He thought.