Felix sighed dreamily, gazing out the window of the great cathedral of Notre Dame. The sky was beautiful today...the shapes and swirls of the clouds entranced him, yet also seemed to mock him, as if showing off the world that he was not allowed to partake in.

Felix was a demon; he had been since he was young. He was taken in graciously by a priest, who let him reside at the cathedral. He had been raised there, fed, and been taught be the priest that he was, in fact, a monster. A freak. A mistake. And that was why he was never allowed to go outside...the people would he horrified of him.

He had a mop of silky black hair, that framed his pale, pretty face, and a set of elegant black horns, twisting and swirling elegantly. Felix had three eyes, all of which were ruby-red and large. Sharp white teeth framed his utterly sweet smile, claws tipping his long, slender fingers. The boy's most significant feature, however, was his massive, feathery white wings. His wingspan was 50 feet, the feathers pure-white and elegant. Felix reminded himself of his appearance every time he thought about leaving the safety of the cathedral.

Felix sighed dreamily, another filled-up sketchbook at his feet as he gazed out the window. One of the gargoyles, Morgana, a female with long, thin horns scurried up to him, sighing.

"Oh, dear...another one filled...Priest Roman won't be too thrilled that he'll have to bring you another one, dear." Morgana mumbled, her stone lips clinking as she spoke. Felix smiled sweetly, patting her head affectionately. His sweet, gentle demeanor and the contrast of his strange, monstrous appearance was jarring. It was as if the universe had played some cruel trick on him.

"Oh, it's alright. I can go a bit without having do dream away in my sketchbooks." One of the other gargoyles, Zephyr, ambled over, his horns a bit shorter and more curled.

"You know, for an isolated young boy such as yourself, you sure are happy. I would've thrown myself off of the cathedral by now if I was you." Zephyr snorted. Morgana scowled, elbowing him. "Hush now, you piece of brimstone..."

Felix just sighed and smiled, gazing out at the town below. Deep down, he knew they were right. He was all too happy for a person of his situation. He's filled up hundred of sketchbooks over the years, dusted over and over and over, and read the Bible at least 13 times now. Still, he held his head high.