First Impression... Angel and Demon.

Relaxing after the latest achievement, Ezriel chills in his infinity pool, his body turned up and staring up at the skies.

"Come on, where am I supposed to start this new search from? She has no last name, just one name and only the heavens know how long she's been here on earth. Tey aren't as dumb as they used to be. Just give me a hint."

The only hint he gets is a cloud shaped oddly like a fart.

When he sees it, he blows raspberry and dips his body into the water, letting it cool in the water. Inside the water, his eyes glints white and he frowns, his senses picking up something that is not human around him.

He dives up to the surface and his eyes come to land right on the staring but dead eyes of another woman, her legs in the water as she splashes it around playfully, staring at his half naked body in the water, her skin getting even more pale as she stares.

"That damn spirit. Someone should banish her to afterlife already." He mutters as she fades into the air, as good as a mist. "What a perverted ghost."

Losing his supposedly good mood, he swims out of the water and dries himself off with a prepared towel. He drapes his body in a long white coat before walking back inside, his dyed jet black hair dripping water all over the floors, but he gives just as much care as he would give to the pervert ghost that stares at him each time he uses the pool.

His house is state of the art modern, beautiful and quite a sight for sore and poor eyes. The angel is not much of a humble or frugal one, and things like houses and cars have become his hobby as the creations of humans has come to fascinate him.

He has almost every appliance in his house, most of them untouched and never used but he has them all the same.

As he walks past his lavish living room where a show is currently airing, he pauses and then takes two steps backwards. He finds himself struck frozen watching the woman as she laughs.

Lena Moreton.

That's what the interviewer calls her name. Something abut her gets his guards up and something about him gives him some pleasure at the same time. Whenever she laughs, its like she glows physically.

Soon enough, Ezriel finds himself settling into a plush couch, watching the show as it airs live.

"Ahhhh…" He sighs, feeling relieved when she says she is in no relationship but as the camera pans into her face, he freezes. His earlier enamor completely cleared within the second.

The purple aura surrounded her like a shroud in that split second.

Ezriel dives for the remote and hits the pause button first. The frame freezes in place as she leans back in her seat with her smile disappearing. Then he hits rewind and then pauses again. 

She is leaning forward as though she is looking right at him, her eyes is completely purple but there is another color swirling inside but the purple overshadows it, that eyes is not the thing that bothers him though.

Ezriel runs his hands through his hair in wonder. He's been here for over eighty years, nothing should surprise him anymore but the human world manages to throw him curveballs this time. 

All around her being is a large purple shroud, purple and deep black.

It's been a long time since he has seen that black.

"That is one interesting demon." He mutters to himself as he looks around every nook and cranny of the paused screen. Around her is the thick color covering, her eyes glittering with the most beautiful purple.

"Wow." Ezriel murmurs as he bends to pick the remote back up.

Her eyes twitch.

Ezriel stops in his tracks, wondering whether his eyes just deceived him.

But it twitches again, both eyes.

Suddenly, her eyeballs turn to his direction, that purple shining as though its about to explode into the brightest swirl of colors ever.

"Damn, you are handsome." She says, licking her lips as she studies him, moving her head backwards. "Its such a hassle getting paused like that." She massages her neck and sits down. "You look surprised, do you want an interview of your own?"

Ezriel snaps out of it and rubs his eyes. "You are talking… to me."

"Yes, duh. Obviously, you are no normal human either if you can talk to me too. What are you? You are handsome enough to be an incubus but that white hair gives you away."

Ezriel frowns. She can tell his hair is white under the thick coat of dye? He scoffs. For the first time in his eighty years of banishment, his curiosity is piqued to the highest level.

"You would have been a siren but you're not in the water. Maybe you're half human and half siren? Plausible. You can just tell me who you are pretty boy." She leers at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Is the interview over?"

"Its ben over since. I don't think you realize how long you stared at me. But no issues, I don't mind being stared at by fine men like you."

"What are you?"

"You mean you cant tell?" She replies with her own question, twirling around. "I am a succubus. If you ever want a good night, just pause this video again, will you?"

Ezriel scoffs but it comes out dry. "What's your name?"

"I am Lena Moreton. You heard it before."

"No. Your real name."

She smirks and comes closer to the screen. "You don't want to know pretty boy." She blows him a kiss and the television goes dead.

No matter how much Ezriel tries to turn it back on, it does not budge.

He stares into the black screen, dumfounded.