Anarchy sighed, staring out the window. It was cold. She was 101 years old, young for a demon. Her eyes were a deep crimson red, but they looked human otherwise. She had black hair that had a braided halo around her head. All her teeth were razor sharp and she wore a black tank top with a black pair of shorts, and black, 1/2 inch heels. She didn't like high heels too much. She moved away from the window, snapping her fingers and the fireplace lit up, along with various candles, warming the room. She moved a chair by the fire and made some tea, putting it on the table in front of the fire before going to the stairs, starting up to her room.