Wide jagged teeth showed from his lips as he grinned at the feeling he got. His white eyes slowly showed in the rather dark waiting room. A brawny man was sitting on the couch and was enjoying drinks on his own. No one else was with him, and yet he looked so regal.
The brawny man moved his head, showing off the swirled black horns that almost hugged the side of his head even if they originated from the forehead. His short white hair was slicked back neatly, the edges trimmed just above the nape and not touching the collar of his black suit.
Aside from his head, his whole body didn't seem to be encumbered by any demonic feature. However, it didn't mean that he could not grow them.
He then began swirling the drink in the glass he took from the table. "My, my… I haven't seen my little girl for so long. She had become pretty like her mother. Hm… her hair had turned black? How dare those lowlifes destroy the color of her hair."
