The Black Steepe was not a nice place. The grassy steepe land was senic, and fulling to any nature watcher, but unfourtently, fierce herding barbarians that practiced an obscure form of demonic worhship and human sacfrice inhabited the steepes. Anyone who entered faceed death and pain, not particularing in that order, but, it could be. Seasoned warriors were the only breed that survived, that, or skilled magic users. Those weren't in big supply on the steepes, being the first to be sacrificed to the Demon Gods and all. There were some that could call upon the dark spirts, and even some who could summon lesser demons, but, they weren't considered mages, more like Shamans.
In anycase, one Human patrol group had the misfourtune of encountering the General Taekeda's son on his biweekly "play" patrol. When it was heard by the Human general that they were calling it his "play" patrol, he thought it would be a perfect chance to get promoted by capturing the famous Demonic armies general's son for ransom. How wrong he was...
When the fighting finally stopped, it was a slaughter. The human kingdom's patrol was decimated, as the dark skinned horsemen circled them lazily. Their arrows had pieced at remarkable precision, and his troop never even had a chance. A young boy of around 6 years old dressed in black and red with a horned helmet on stood in side the cicle as his men circled the pile of dead bodies, and the lone human commander. The young boy looked at the man before speaking. "How about a game, mister? We'll have a duel to the death, and if you win, my men will let you go. You don't have a choice, you'll die if you don't accept. Come'on mister! Let's....play." The boy smiled, and it was not a nice smile.
The screams of the damned echoed on the plains of the steepes that day. The Demonic Army was not know to be kind to their enemies, and the heir to the General was even less so.