The morning was damp after a huge downpour. People carefully stepped over the puddle to avoid getting their expensive shoes wet, or just simply saving the hassle. Pair of crimson colored irises stared at the crowds with curiousity and playfulness. A young demon, Lucid, keep observing the humans below him as he sat on one of the skyscraper. How funny of them. They stick to doing things repeatedly, while cursing about that boring life. It's like they cannot do anything about it, and they don't have any other choice. They cannot get out of the cycle and pattern. That amused Lucid.

Tucking his shoulder length hair behind his ears, he hopped to another building. Silver colored hair, and black bat-like-wings fluttered in the air as he jumped. He saw something that piqued his interest few days ago. A man. And that man, is immortal. The demon saw that man tried to end his life couple of times, like jumping from a building, or letting himself got hit by a car, but he always get away with just some bruises or broken bones.

Red eyes lit up as he saw his target. "Ah, there he is."