“What’s hot and all I have tunnel vision for?” The demon was teasing his boyfriend on site as he snuck up on the unsuspecting male. The bag of food being held up as if he was making reference when in reality he was talking about Johnny. Demian was  standing up straight again after a quick kiss was pressed to the younger’s jawline. “You’re taking a break and eating with me.”

The message sent with a smile on smug lips. The demon was already on campus, backpack in tow, and at the trick of camera getting lost in a crowd. The demon coming out shifted shorter in stature, longer locks now brunette in contrast to the seasoned pale blue from the last dye job and a distinctly more innocent expression. The message would have Johnny looking out for some form of animal not anything close to what Demian was about to pull. The demon was opting to bye passing the need of an id card by sticking close to other female students as well as perfecting a distressed college student look as if he had been studying all night and still came to class the next day. They were in the law school, it wasn’t far fetched.  With class time rolling around, Demian was making way into the lecture hall as if the demon had been in the class all semester. It was still the beginning surely the professor didn’t know all his students by face yet. It only took a few minute before Johnny was spotted and Demian was making way over to take the seat aside him. The usual school set up littering the area, though the demon eyed the coffee that was there to, a funny and all too iconic plan conjuring in mind. The chair immediately taken and set up beside. Phone coming out the pocket of the bag to check for messages before idly placed aside. A glance over at the male and a smile offered as it was obvious you didn’t take a seat right beside someone unless you knew them. 

Describe me in three words. I can only publish, not respond.

“Don’t you have better things to do? Tortured souls to screw?”

Daemian was quietly observing the people coming in out of the building one had actually caught his eye. The one person he had been looking for and had taken an awareness to a few days ago. A quick meeting and for some reason his interested had been piqued or maybe it was because he was nearing desperation and he needed an easy target. Whatever the case had to be it couldn’t be too hard could it? All he had to do was get in the home right and it would play out from there. No wasn’t really and option in Daemian’s mind though he had been told no countless times, he always had a distinct ability to change people’s minds.  The daemon crossed through the main hall of the building making his way towards the elevators. It wasn’t like the people in the building could tell him he didn’t live here though he did manage to end up in the elevator with another gentleman something he always found himself caught off by: secluded places with unknown people. Taking heed to the fact he kept glancing at him as if he wanted to speak though Daemian made no hint to an intention in conversation. The ride was short fortunately and he only stepped out of the elevator waiting for the unsuspecting but curious gentlemen to leave his sights before he shifted. A sleek, black lab was the appearance he took on as he followed the scent of perceived target up until he reached there door he didn’t exactly think of how to get his attention though luckily a bell system was in play as he tapped it and placed himself under the sight of the closed door. Hopefully, he would at least get the chance to be let in otherwise this was going to get more complicated than he had intended.