He was told to go out and look for a little women, that she could be a powerful being, for the feather brains or for the Horde or darkness that he works for. It seems that she is living in a kind of edge, and it is his job to just tip her over onto there side and call it a day. He smiled when he was told that she was a woman. Truthfully women for him seemed to be the easiest to corrupt and pull to his side. It seemed like the men sometimes and a sense of honer that would not allow him to pull them over. So he would just kill them before an angel would come along and offer them its protection. He was not much of a fighter, but he could kill and protect himself.<br/><br/>He had been traveling through the shadows for many days, taking peeks at the world out side of them, and seeing may people that could use a pull or a poke that would just send them down the path of becoming a demon. He wished that he could stop and help them along with that, but his mission seemed just a little more important then these people. He then came to the shadows that seemed to be in the room of the woman that he was looking for. He staied in the shadows, but not all the way. His shape was starting to take form on that side. It looked like the things people would see in the shadows, and then take a double take only to think it was there imagination. But in fact, some of those times it could have been many different demons. He started to pull himself from the shadows. His arm reaching out and grasping the floor, pulling his upper body out of the small corner that the shadows have belonged too. There was some form of music going on, and he was happy for that. It would cover up any sounds of him pulling himself out of the realm. It took him a little while, but finally he was free and in her room. He hide is long black tail that he could control just like an arm of his. He folded his wings behind him, and then seemed to fade away. But there was still a little bit of them there, someone would see them if they where looking for them. Then he took his first few steps over to the kitchen. She was in there cooking it seemed to be. It smelled like someone was cooking mold, but then again all greens smelled like that to him. He never understood why humans ate that kind of stuff.<br/><br/>"You there, woman. Stop what you are doing and listen to me."<br/><br/>As he started to talk, he waved his hand and the small MP3 player sparked and died. The music cutting off suddenly letting his voice be heard. He looked over at her, waiting for what she was going to do. Often with someone that was meant to be powerful, they would show signs, and try and fight or not be surprised at a demons presence. He wondered if she would be one of those people, or would she just act like all of the others he had tracked down.