Various of the horned people milled about the musty old library, now a hub of neutrality of the opposing forces.  Vitar sat at a long table, with a large open book before him in order to give the false pretense of pursuing some sort of... academic goal.  Not that what he was truly there for wasn't academic; it was in a different manner.  His red eyes framed his face, with two yellow horns protruding from his brow.  Between and on either side of each horn his hair shone a dark black, combed back and cut short.<br/><br/>Many of his kin came to his odd meeting place with the expressed purpose of learning about their foes.  After all, the War was coming between the followers of Him and the followers of the Prince of Light.  It was only a matter of time, and any idea the... fellows had of their opponents was beneficial.  However, Vitar came simply due to his mischievous mind; he had never seen one of these "Angels."<br/><br/>He rarely associated with his kind, preferring some of the other creatures: fey for example.  His people, the demons as humans called them, were simply too militant.  The humans' curiosity was much preferable to the constant talks of war.<br/><br/>His eyes continued to sweep the room.  So far the angels had yet to impress.  From this side of the room they all looked like humans with wings.  Honestly, he was too afraid to go further, or to get any closer.  Most of the time they were spoken of as violent and evil; ironic, no?  Vitar readied himself to leave, preparing to stand before a female angel caught his eye.  Beautiful with blonde hair and blue-tipped wings, she entered without a word.  While examining her, his small red eyes met with her wide blue ones, and he was unable to move.  He was captivated by her.