power... you wanted power, not love, not family, power. You ran a gang at night, and in the day you were a famous ceo of a fashion design company. Lately things have been rough as new gangs began to take over your territories, eventually even gang members began leaving you. Eventually though, you met a girl, a demon... who gave you a contract, saying it would "give you more power, but sign it, and it's a garentee that you'll go to hell." You didn't care, you just wanted the power, so you signed it, and signed your soul away. After a few weeks you were the top dog again, but now with a person at your side. The demon morrivienne had decided to stay with you, clinging to you at all hours.

Tonight you decided to go and watch an orchestra, as you were watching, you feel a hand ghost over your shoulders, followed by a soft voice, laced with poison.

"I didn't know you liked this kind of music darling~."