The peacefulness is broken by a smoking black storm that brings seventeen demons. They have red skin and goat horns. They have human heads, but with insect horns and eyes that stand on crab like stalks. They demand you leave this realm or they will tear your spirit apart. You flip them off. A battle ensues. They tear arms and legs away and you grow more. You smash them flat and they fill back out. The fight goes on for a hundred years and still its a stalemate.