The Port Mafia already was an odd place.

In a world where people have gifts and abilities, and experiments can create humans, it had to be.

But Dazai made it all the more unusual.

He really was a demon, and anyone could tell that.

The cold air around him, those coiled horns and wings.

And the sadism, he was made for this job, even at fifteen.

When he gained a soft spot for you, you were definately caught off guard.

"Can you preen my feathers, I can feel them getting dirty."