Hugo was living life dangerously -- or as dangerously as a demon could. Perhaps life was putting a much too positive connotation. As far as a Devil's general goes, Hugo was one of the most sensual ones. You see, the perks with being a demon general had far too many bad things that outweighed the good. Sure, he lived forever and never became old, but the whole taking people’s life force without meaning to really inhibited him. You see, it was his nature to. At least that was the case for humans.<br/><br/>In hell, he was always working for the damn boss -- being bossed around and forced to do things he didn't want to. Some would say he's lazy but he justified that with being stubborn. Besides, anyone would get sick of hell when they lived there long enough. With Hugo though, there were other reasons beside that. He hated to admit it, but loneliness was a big factor. He stood a medium height with a lean build -- some would say his face was more pretty than handsome with his full lips and high cheekbones. His green eyes had the effect of compelling humans to do things he wanted them to, and that also happened unconsciously, so he got along just fine in the human realm.<br/><br/>Hugo’s hands rubbed his temple in an attempt to soothe the oncoming headache. Today was the opening of his nightclub in London. He'd gone all out with this new endeavour to preoccupy his time. It was called Elevate, and had already been the new hype. Crowds gathered at the front, hoping they'd be able to get in. Elevate was already on multiple magazine covers, and he'd already done multiple interviews for news outlets on television. It seemed that all of London knew him as Mr Hugo Cleave, the proud owner of Elevate already. His full lips parted and he released a breath he didn't know he was holding. Elevate towered over the city in a high rise buildings, as it functioned both as a club and a hotel (and not just for humans). As he walked into the lobby, all eyes of his staff turned to him. He regarded them silently, brushing some non existent dust off his tailored white suit. He adjusted his cufflinks, and finally ran a hand through his black hair.<br/><br/>“Let's open the doors!” he announced, nodding at the bouncers at the door. He checked his earpiece, listening to his secretary gush about what a great success this opening will be. He retired to his alcove on the floor above the lobby and main part of the nightclub. He'd be able to keep a watchful eye from up above to the club and respond to any threats and situations from his earpiece. He took off his gloves, setting them on the desk beside him. Taking a glass of champagne in one hand, he sat down on his armchair, gazing at the people starting to walk into the club in small groups.<br/>