Lucifer

The lights played in a tangled dance of unfamiliar shapes. It was a royal ball, where many other races from different continents had gathered. He was the heir to the throne of hell, and a small crown with red and black stones rested on his head. The horns shook their heads. There was only one problem: he was the only one not invited to the dance, and it was his race's fault. Everyone feared demons and avoided them, especially the leadership, but now, sitting on the black throne, his gaze had already grown dull, and his pointed ears drooped in outrage at such hypocrisy on the part of the guests.