So much time had passed and he had yet to meet any humans. He could not torture them if he could not even lay eyes on them. But finally the day had come. He would leave the demon world and satisfy his urges.
His long fingers clenched at his sides as he paced back and forth. His movements were sharp, restless and full of suppressed fury. He stopped suddenly, his dark eyes narrowing as he glanced into the distance. A twisted grin stretched across his pale face, but it did not hide the madness in his gaze.
"No longer," he muttered under his breath. His voice was low and cold. It was trembling with an edge of excitement. "No longer am I confined because of that cursed wall."
The thought of the wall soured his mood. His grin twisted into a snarl. His sharp teeth glinted as he bit out, "Why is it always us? Why were demons the only ones confined? Why not these pathetic humans?"