Coarse indignation:

Prologue

"The world has grown ever so...complicated. The five races, mythical, magical, demon, shifter, and human have conjured a coarse irrational indignation against nothing in particular, or against everything. The magical will only speak to the mythical and the demons. The mythical will only speak to the magical and the shifters. The demons speak to the shifters and the magical. The shifters will speak to little, to no one. The humans? Well, they beg anyone to notice them, they beg for recognition from all of the races. The different creatures of the different races hold their own set of morals: making the government's job harder to control them. The five different forms of government work together to build a world that everyone can live in. The demons have the strongest hold over the other governments; even those who don't speak or trade with them. The humans have no hold; they try to get someone to help, to notice, to have them apart of their culture their world, but they fail. Humans are far too small to be noticed by any of races. Some shifters occasionally notice a human town or two, despite being the strongest race. Shifters keep to themselves, even if they have towns no one goes near anyone else; they're aloof creatures. Shifters could control all of the races, yet it isn't in their nature to want power. Magical and mythical don't care for power, just freedom. Demon's love power, and are gifted it by being one of the most feared races. Human's despite their wants never have and never will have power. Their weak DNA holds too much error,"

Adar listened to the man's speech, the same speech he'd heard a million times over. This time he concerned himself with it. He's going into the lion's den, pretending to be human, although part of him is, the difficulty is in the other part, keeping it hidden. The man's eyes settled on Adar's, the feel of the coarse indignation he spoke of blistering in them.

"Adar, this is important," his voice restless and low. Adar nodded with a small sigh. He turned looking out the window of the car, "I understand, father," his words low and groggy.

The man continued on, speaking of the medicine that would keep Adar's non-human half in check. Adar listened half-heartedly as the car approached the demon's government building.

The demon's main city is large with tall buildings close together. A small seed of claustrophobia settled itself in Adar's stomach, removing any want he once had to feed.

The government building is large with at the least thirty floors stretching high into the air. It doesn't particularly stand out, though, leaving some other buildings to be taller or more extravagant in their architecture.

Adar took a moment to appreciate the beautiful tall buildings that took up the sight of the sky. In human towns, the buildings never surpassed four floors, unless it was a lighthouse of sorts. The human buildings are always made of bricks or wood, never with steel.

Adar almost didn't notice when the car pulled to a stop in front of the tall government building. His attention was grabbed by a huge towering man waiting by the curb, patiently with other political demons. He could spot the small spark of indifference as he held the man's glare, with a simply curious gaze. He could tell that the man was his bodyguard by the way he stood; 'a soldier on duty' he thought looking at the strong man.

The man wore simple clothes, a pair of nice dark jeans and black fitted shirt. His large boots held daggers against his skin, giving him a sense of comfort. He spotted the kid as soon as the car got close. He noticed a small curious glint in the kid's otherwise emotionless pale green eyes. He couldn't help but notice the sliver of discomfort that would wave over the kid's eyes when the man sitting next to him touched him. It grew annoying watching the display, ever so often the man would lay a hand on the boy, or would caress his cheek. At some point, the man ruffled the kid's hair only to be rewarded with some comment from him. He couldn't hear what the kid said to the man, but a spark of terror sat in his eyes before he blinked it away, chuckling somewhat.

The car finally pulled up to the street, releasing the next human ambassador of sorts. The human ambassadors never did much or accomplished really much of anything. Human ambassadors usually came to make the demon's look better, and the human's feel better.

Adar pushed himself out of the car, staring wearily at the demon's welcoming him to Matan, the demon's Capitol city.