the small alarm clock sounds off with a blearing ring, Lancier moans and sits up. He wipes some drool from the side of his mouth and smacks his lips a little, his white hair is totally 'bed head.' he waves his arms around as he seeks the clock out with a pale hand.“nyghhh...uyghhhhh...mygghhh.” he moans with each fruitless lunge and each near miss, mumbling some more he half opens his eyes and gazes at the clock. “whaaa tiiimmeee?” he groans as he lifts it up and gazes at the led neon green numbers that flash mockingly before his eyes. “WHAT?!” he screams at the time, slamming the clock down and turning it off with a grunt. “why am I up so early?” he moans sleepily. “I didn't sleep last night..” one of the demon's many faults is that he's not a morning.. person. He also has a very selective memory about his sleep and cat naps. He get's up slowly and gazes at the various sticky notes he's placed around the room. Sticky notes with words like. 'Important day!' 'Human minion!' and 'Remember to read this!' he echoes each sticky note blankly as he blinks slowly. “what happened last..” he stops and his face lights up. “OF COURSE!” he shouts as he runs out to the living room. “I got that cocopop serial I need to try!”<br/><br/>He heads to his fridge and pauses when he sees a sticky note that declares in bold and underlined writing. 'IT'S NOT THE SERIAL!' Lancier scratches his head thoughtfully. “I'm trying to tell me something that I do not know..” he mutters dryly before smiling a little. “I wonder what it could be? Though I do like guessing games..” he walks past the empty basket that housed his zombie cats. “good morning my darlings!” he says happily before skidding to a halt and gazing at the cat basket. “what? M-my darlings have being catnapped! Who would dare capture them?!” he starts to storm around the room, coming very close to throwing a tantrum of demonic rage. A demon's tantrum is like the 'terrible twos' but much worse. It's only then when he remembers the events of the night before, and calms down before destruction can ensure.<br/><br/>He laughs to himself. “ah, yes.. how could I ever forget?” he asks himself with a shake of his head. “my memories fading.. it must be this world and it's wondrous distractions, it's so different from home.” he says as he walks into his bathroom and quickly undresses. “I need to get used to how humans do things, I'm not going to be able to simply poof my clothes on.” he grumbles as he puts his lucky underwear and pants on, then his simple shirt. “this is easy!” he smirks and turns around to gaze at himself in the mirror, which makes him pause. The outfit looks strange somehow. The shirt is inside out and he's not sure if his lucky underpants are meant to be worn over his pants.. and are his socks meant to be on his hands and his gloves on his feet? He wiggles his toes thoughtfully hoping that they can give him the answer to the question, when they remain selfishly silent he groans and turns his attention to the mirror. He pulls the cover off it and snaps. “is this right?!” he swears the mirror sniggers to it's self before showing him the correct look. He blinks. “ohhh..” and throws the cover back over the mirror by way of thanks.<br/><br/>After righting his clothes in the correct order he gazes at the blonde hair dye placed by the sink gingerly. “will my hair die?” he asks himself nervously as he gazes at the picture of the smiling blonde women on the front of the package. She looks like she knows something, with that sinister smile on her lips. Lancier knew a demon who run a hairdressers back home, it was called Curl up 'n' die.. and anyone that went did just that. He decides to use his magic in order to change his hair to blonde, just in case. He sighs as he changes his snow white hair to blonde, he's not to happy about it since having silver hair is something only the mighty Silencian family have. Though not all of them keep their hair silver, which annoys Lancier since it's a sign of rank.<br/><br/>He waves his hands over his eyes, the windows to his soul and changes them into a more human like state. “if only the heart was so inclined.” he murmurs to himself as he walks out the bathroom and heads back to his bedroom. He picks up his suitcase and clicks his fingers, effortlessly making his human styled clothes pack themselves. He hesitates and walks into the small walk in cupboard and takes a deep breath. He opens a small chest in the room and pulls out The Book, he cringes as small shocks spread through his fingers. “okay, okay! I'll take you!” he gasps. “but you need to look different..” he eyes the book carefully, eyes it's bound by skin cover and death mask that's also made of flesh. The death mask is the book's face, a face of agony. The pages are yellowed and are filled with demonic writings. For longer then he should have done, Lancier wonders if he can pass The Book off as an innocent diary. “uhh..no.” he groans before using his magic to change it into a rather girlish diary, he quickly puts it in the suitcase with a whispered. “sorry!” and shuts the case before it can retaliate, The Book has a bad temper. Now he's ready to go.<br/><br/>Lancier takes a deep breath and whispers. “soon.. things will change.” he walks out his home and doesn't look back, knowing if he did he might lose his resolve. He gazes up at the sunlight and smiles faintly, the site of the sun and moon still awe him. In the demonic realm there is no such thing as a sun nor a moon, his father probably banned them from shinning out of spite. Lancier wishes he could look at them forever, but the sun hurts even his demonic eyes and he's forced to avert his gaze. He walks down the paths thoughtfully, feeling no need to rush. After all Lancier has all the time in the world, to much time he often thinks. Humans are often gone in a demonic sigh, that's how short their lives are.. but Lancier cannot help but envy them for their mortality. After all, the only kind of life worth leading is one that may end at any time.. one that's so short, you can't afford to wait. Life is almost meaningless for his kind.. because they cannot die unless they are killed by a fellow demon, making life dull and flavourless. He sees his destination in the distance and mentally preps himself. 'I am not a demon, I am an orphan who wants the sun to come out tomorrow.. and if all else fails I'll sing the song, they'll have to believe me then!'<br/><br/>He passes through the gates and heads up to the front door, he takes a deep breath and thinks to himself. 'Demonic greetings from hell, brace yourself innocent lambs!' he grins a little and knocks on the door, then he sees a doorbell and starts to ring it while tapping his feet.<br/><br/>And so begins Lancier's first day at being a human, ringing a door bell annoyingly and knocking 'fight by me' the Demonic equivalent of 'Stand by me.'