Dante is a prince in his own right He had lived a life of privilege, but after he saw that his parents kept the rest of the people taxed to the point that they could barely feed themselves, he started sneaking out and helping  people. He would be back before morning and everything would be fine. But one night, he fell prey to a daemon. He managed to escape two months later, showing back up at the castle tired and roughed up. His parents were shocked, and demanded justice, but he wouldn’t speak about it. Eventually, life almost went back to normal, but there were changes. He had become a daemon. A powerful incubus, especially for a thrall. But he swore to himself that he wouldn’t capture people. He wouldn’t enslave them. Or change them. So he went out and helped the people every night. But he also went out to try to find somebody to help to help him. He has wings, but he hardly ever uses them and they meld almost seamlessly back into his skin when not in use.

Starter:

Out of the shadows of the night, stepped a young man, whose features were rather slender. He wore a light, silvery white hooded jacket, a simple grey shirt, a pair of dark grey jeans, and black combat boots. He had an icy emblem tattoo on his collarbone that seemed to move and twist on its own accord; and a necklace, most of which was hidden under his shirt. He has long black hair and brilliantly dashing blue-grey eyes. Dante was out for a midnight stroll tonight. He was gracefully jumping from roof to roof. As Dante jumped off a rather tall building, and soared downwards towards the rooftop garden below, he closed his eyes and immediately felt as one with the beautiful night.