Midnight Flower || Closed
Just as always, the nameless demon was wondering aimlessly. Unsure of exactly where he was, or how he even got there. There was practically no difference from the time he'd spent in hell. Lost, and exceptionally bored.
Touching down in the next clearing that came within view, it didn't take long for the wild flowers at his feet to wilt and die. Why this happened-- he didn't know. However, every time it happened, it immediately brought sadness upon the male. He had a particular soft spot for flowers, (Of all things) and found each one beautiful and unique. So of course it would sadden him when they would wilted away in his grasp. Kneeling down, he inspected the dead flowers at his feet.
'Such a waist...'