"There must be something.. someone out there for me... If not him, then.. who else?..."

The Demon slowly sat down in his aesthetically "throne like", fancy red chair, at his desk, with a sigh of longing. He was currently in his apartment, too. The grey and black flair of the whole flat seemed to have a nice contrast with his grand variety of plants in the hallway of it.

He leaned his head in his hand, pondering with a little bit of desperation, and hopelessness in his eyes.