A demon’s only way to joy is through the suffering of others. A firm stomach, broad shoulders, slender hands; thick curly hair. A mouth to die for. And dark eyes screaming »trouble« all over the place. He was handsome – measured by human ideals of beauty. It didn’t matter to him as long as it suited his prey’s preferences. He’d shapeshifted so much over the centuries, he eventually forgot his own appearance. (Anyway, a demon’s true form would just scare humans away. So he was fine with that.) Seducing women nowadays was getting harder – with television news broadcast and internet dating cautionary tales out there – so he specialized in teenage girls. They were easily mislead, looking for a little adventure, a little rebellion against their parents’ strict rules, a little disobedience here and there. At a certain age, dangerous things just turned them on. And he was a dangerous thing. Stupid girls., they’ll never learn. *** He was the new guy at school every fall term. Always making sure the girls saw him …