Demons always has the same hair color. Black. It represents our being, the pitch black hair... ...but I was different. For as long as I can remember, I had this since birth. This accursed white hair that made them look at me in disgust. The other demons were ashamed of me, shunned me, imprisoned me, sent me to the human world to be a slave. I had lost all hope that I would escape from the hands of humans. but... He appeared before me. He had the appearance that all demons strive to be. A pitch black hair, shiny red eyes that turns to purple pink as soon as his demon side comes out. He had a smile on his face, looking down on my pitiful form. I thought for a second that he would kill me. But instead of doing so, he held out his hands to me. He saved me, took me out in that pungent room. Then, he brought me to a boy that I will come to call my Master with pride and honor as a rare kind of demon.