He walks slowly, slender and tall. Proud, yet shamed. He is a living oxymoron, a contrast. He stands before the demonic throne of his father, bound in chains. “do you know how much you disappoint me, boy?!” king Arakan booms at his son. “you leave me no choice but to banish you to the human world for as long as you live!” Lancier's lips part as he breathes out the words. “almost forever..”<br/><br/>He was the first demon to be cast to the human world, shame took a hold of his heart. He didn't ask to be different, it's not his fault! How could he ever compare to his older brothers Melkya and Redux? How could he ever compare to his twin, the handsome and strong Gladarniel? “I cannot..” he whispers and hangs his head in shame. His long white hair eclipses his face and his steely eyes gleam in the darkness as they are over taken by madness, he lifts his head to the sky and screams in the darkness.<br/><br/>He needs someone to blame now, he needs someone to hate other then himself. To protect his ego, to regain his sanity.. he must blame another, he must force his feelings onto another. He must, HE MUST!<br/><br/>He has being watching her for a while, this girl. By fate or luck she is in the wrong place at the wrong time, he is in the wrong place at the right time. He narrows his slightly in wait, his moment will come so very soon. He can taste it, he can hear it.. soon he will have found the person to blame, soon all these weeks of stalking her will bare fruit.<br/><br/>A smile, cruel and spiteful, twists his lips into a grin. “oh, my dear..” he whispers to himself as he watches. “enjoy your freedom while you can, soon I will capture you.. soon you will be my servant.. do not fear, it will not be forever.. forever is such a long time..” a crazed giggle escapes his lips. “it will be almost forever...”<br/><br/>(is this okay? Lemme know if anything needs changing :] )