Why Nevermore Never Became A Demon

“I’m sorry, it’s not that we’ve got anything against you personally,” Balanar the Nightstalker said without a trace of apology.
“Nor your skin colour. We’re not racists,” Terrorblade added.
“But you just don’t meet the basic requirements to qualify as a demon,” Balanar finished.
“What?” Nevermore asked in disbelief, momentarily stunned by the revelation. With all the souls that he had collected, he had been so sure…
“It says so in the 6 Laws to Demoning, you know,” Balanar stated triumphantly. “Page 21, line 3. ‘All Demons required to possess wings.’ “
“And horns,” Terrorblade added. “You forgot horns.”
“It doesn’t matter if you can’t fly, though. Just a pity you don’t have wings.”
“Or horns, for that matter.”
“Horns are not compulsory, you horny elf!” Akasha, the Queen of Pain, spoke up indignantly.
Affronted, Terrorblade retorted, “Horns look cooler, only higher class demons have them.”
“Quiet, both of you!” Balanar commanded.
“But…” Nevermore protested.
“No buts,” Balanar interrupted firmly. “It’s all about upholding our image as demons, you see. It’s aesthetic appeal. Looks are what matter. Take Azgalor for one, he-“
“I bring darkness!” the Pit Lord, who had been silent up till that moment, took the cue, and roared his line, swinging his giant spade for effect.
“You see?” Terrorblade spoke quietly. “You just don’t fit the image of a demon. We’ll just have to relegate you to the rank of a Fiend.”
Nevermore turned, and gathering up the shreds of his shattered dignity, left without a word, bitterness and hate welling up deep within his black heart. Deep within his being, he could hear the souls that he had collected. They were jeering and laughing at him.
“Pitiful,” Azgalor muttered.
“Ana rajil,” Lucifer agreed.
“He just wasn’t fulfilling the quota. He will vent his frustration and anger upon our enemies, and collect more souls. It’s all for the best,” Balanar remarked.