'Red, for as long as I can remember everything was drowned in red.' In this world being a woman is not a cake walk, it isn't like it is up on the mortal plane. Women down here are disrespected, weak, pathetic little creatures who are trained to be the perfect baby makers. Yet not this one, this one is different, she is strong, violent, and proving she can thrive in a man's world. 'I hate people, especially men, they think their so much better, I wonder how it feels to them knowing a woman ranks as one of the highest on the scale.' When you hear the name Rex, what is the first thing you think, perhaps it's a rather large man, broad chested, thick muscled and very masculine. Now what if I told you Rex was a six foot, one hundred-eighty-seven pound woman with the vicious tendencies of a rabid animal, would you believe me? No? Well have a look for yourself. 'I am strong, I am fierce, I am mean. I. Am. The. Best.' A heavy thumping over took the room, a loud wailing voice echoing along the pulse, it was music. The kind of music you play when your upset, enraged, when you feel like watching the whole world burn. It was that kind of music. Rex hated the world today, granted she generally hated the world no matter what. Girls whined to much, men were too arrogant, and she lived under a constant reminder that it should have been impossible to be where she is now. The only thought that saved her from her fury was the simple fact, she was better than the prince of hell. At the thought a crule grin worked it's way along pale colored lips, splitting her expression into one of twisted delight. That's right, she was the best, and no man could tell her otherwise. Folding at the waist Rex placed her elbows firmly on the solid cherry table, folding her fingers together for a place to rest her chin. Stareing directly over the radio she had taken from the mortal world her eyes fixed on the window that over looked the Succubi guarden. The room she occupied was special it was inside the royal palace in a place just above the Succubi, being a cross breed wasn't always easy, being Lucifers favorite cross breed just made things harder. Bored now the flaming red head began to straighten, her fingers unlink in to move the radios dials. Turning the music off she moved away, she needed something to ease her mind off the dreams she had been having, perhaps a trip to the library would help. Long legs moved in long strides to carry the slender woman from one side of her room to another. Plucking the demon hide jacket from the back of her couch, Rex slid it on with ease. The color suited her rust red T-shirt and navy blue jeans we'll in her opinion, not to mention it was almost like armor. Strolling to the door, Rex lifted a rather nasty looking sledge hammer from the hook on the wall, then swiftly exited the room, the door closing sharply behind her. It was rather quiet today, something that generally didn't happen, many doors were closed and the halls were scarce. Whispers floated around, some voices peeked Rex's curiosity, but like usual she didn't investigate. Most demons here were male, and most disliked her presence greatly. Coming upon the library the girl heard an array of tones and sounds, seemed as if this was not the best place to come. Nudging the door open quietly her frame slipped inside rather silently, ears perked up. A couple of men were speaking, but she didn't particularly understand who, the voices were unfamiliar to her, yet not. A frustrating problem for Rex, she disliked not knowing who or what was roaming the palace, and new guests were always to be reported to her so she did not assume they were intruders. Holding her hammer tight at her side she moved like a breeze around the shelves and tables listening carefully. An expression of irritation, on her face, so much for loosing herself in strategy books and war tactics.