After collecting his cash, the demon walked out of the casino and into the rain. He lit a cigarette and pulled out an umbrella. He didn't use it though. He felt oblivious to the rest of the human race, his arrogance making him feel unique. His ego was such an annoyance that even he was kicked out of hell. He didn't care. He wanted to get out of that raging inferno. He wanted to find something that would fill his new life. Something he never had. He kept walking until he bumped into a girl, all soaked in rain water. Her eyes were water blue and her cheeks were pale. Her lips were plump and pink. Her hair was brown, caramel brown. She stared at him, exposing her tear stained eyes to him. He pulled out his umbrella and gave it to her. Without saying anything, he went to his flat and lit his cigarette. He smiled at the memory. "Her eyes were deep and she looked delicious." He thought. He licked his lips and sighed, playing the scene over and over again, staring out into the moonlit sky, dreaming nothing but the mysterious girl.