For Dakoth this was just another day of worthless blathering and learning that he had done for the time he spent in Hell, literally and to make it worse he had to deal with the petty humans of this world even though he had some of their blood mixed in his, why did he come to the real world anyways 

[i]Oh yeah that's right Satans angry at him for trying to overthrow Hell and take complete control over everything![/i]

Dakoth groaned as he sat at his desk waiting for this dreary day to begin all he wanted was to go to his room or do something other than this.

He could always blow everyone to bits but he did not want to end up angering some people here and he did not want to blow his cover so he sat there staring of into space waiting as all the imbeciles around him went about all of their normal things like flirting with girls or telling stupid jokes.

And Dakoth just sat there and drew on a piece of paper he actually got sick of it at times hell he even got lonely but now one wants to be friends with a weird guy who doesn't really talk to people and in generally antisocial but he wanted friends and he found that weird because demons don't make friends at all maybe like every billionth year but it was a once in a blue moon thing, and today might be the day.

Besides the fact everyone tries to avoid him at times.