Doug lead a hard life. Being born a demon or half-demon in today's world basically meant a few different things: You were never going to be accepted, you would have to hide yourself and you'd have to get used to being spat on.

Obviously not everyone has figured out yet that demons aren't actually evil. "If only.." Doug says to himself on a daily basis. Growing up was horrific; non-stop taunting, teasing, abuse and beatings... He was abandoned when he was born; His parents thought him an abomination. If it weren't for the kind couple that had adopted him, he would never have survived.

Doug never fit the incredibly inaccurate stereotype of a demon; he was not cruel, he was not evil, nor was he scary. In fact... He was much more afraid of the world than it was of him, only... very few refused to see it, only listening to what they're told by the world... That's one of the most depressing things about this reality. It's much easier to acknowledge and justify your own fear then see it in the eyes of others.

His adopted parents had passed away five years before, taking away the only people to ever show him love, tragically in an accident. He was barely 25 and suddenly, again, alone in the world, a world that did not like what he was. He was lucky enough that someone with an open mind would give him work. A friend of his adopted Father felt sorry for his situation and hired him as an apprentice mechanic...with restrictions. He was never allowed to be seen. He was kept out of site in the back of the shop in his own workspace. He was not allowed to fly, or stretch his wings (which were tied to keep them from even moving) and his tail was to be bound. His hair and beard grew as fast as weeds, forcing him to tie them both. His boss arranged an apartment in the back of the shop to keep him out of sight, and he was only allowed outside in the black of the evening.

Needless to say, it was crushing his gentle spirit.

Coming home from work in the late evening hours, covered in grease and oil from a long day of working did little to bolster his weary heart. He felt hopeless, grimacing as he unshackles his wings, stretching them as much as he can in his tiny one-room apartment. He was horribly embarrassed. *He had never flown before in his life*. Society never allowed him to partake in the joys of breaking through the clouds, his wings reduced to nothing more than "annoying" by his boss, hence the need to tie them together.

Doug sighed as he looked down at himself, wondering what it would have been like to be born differently, "normal". Being a gay man who watches television on a daily basis, he's seen couple after couple holding hands, kissing, clutching to each other like the world was about to end. He longed for someone...Someone who would not see him as a monster, someone who would actually speak to him rather than run away from him screaming... Someone who would say the word "love" to him.