Zach walked down the crowded streets of the city. Even at night the city was crowded. You could barely blink without rubbing into someone. The cars horns blared in frustration at all hours. His headphone successfully blocked most of the noises of busy life. Zach might have gone insane if they couldn't. Humans were so cluttered and frantic it made him anxious. His naturally red eyes were hidden by emerald green contacts as they looked straight ahead to avoid unwanted interactions. His black hair was shaggy and fell into his eyes, sides shaved. He was thin and his long fingers held onto the cigarette he so dearly cherished. It was really the only thing he could ease his nerves with, legally at least. His feet slapped against the pavement as he went to work. He was a fairly normal being. His mother was a demon and every other year he had the oh so lovely visit to held to visit the banshee and yes he meant a literal banshee. He would never understand why his father ever found anything about a banshee attractive. In his later years he chose to stay with the humans. They were skittish and reminded him of ants but they were fun to wash. Exhaling a cloud of white smoke he dropped his finished cancer stick to the floor and put it out under his shoe. "Six hours in purgatory." He groaned entering the small video store he worked at with a grim look on his face. He wore black everything, it kept most strangers away, what with his angered expression, multiple ear piercings, black hoodie, skinny jeans, and vans. Most people stayed away and he liked it that way.