It was rare anyone ever crossed the middle ground that split the two groups.  There was no line, no border, just an equator, an invisible line that nobody crossed out of tradition.  However, this beautiful creature did so now.  Vitar's eyes were locked with hers, his forked tongue nearly glued to the roof of his mouth as he watched her move towards him.  He was half-standing, half-sitting as she approached so he straightened completely, rising to his feet to meet her.<br/><br/>The other demons around the room sneered at her, some looking lustfully at the pure being, while others looked like they simply wanted her dead.  Vitar ignored all of them, feeling nothing but disgust for their glares.  He noticed the proud look on her face, but she did not seem haughty.  Instead she seemed calm and relaxed.  His face reflected his respect of the woman, with a kind look written on his features.  They looked at one another for several moments.  When the silence became too much to bear he finally spoke.  His voice was mature, yet laced with a kind of youthfulness that was not distracting.<br/><br/>"I'm Vitar.  You are?"