Edward Nigel Mason
Edward noticed his twin sister, a slight smirk appearing on his lips. He always did love to get on her nerves. Then again, she was easy prey to him. He was a demon of lust, thus, knowing what made people blush and embarrassed was an easy feat for him. His eyes drifted off into the distance a bit, towards the beach and the ocean which followed. He knew he was going to have to behave before he could slip one of the keys of the room into his pocket and magically disappear to the beach were all the fun was. Surfing, women and alcohol. This might turn out to be his vacation after all if these three things were present.
Edward pushed himself away from the wall again once his cigarette was finished. He walked straight passed his sister without saying anything and walked all the way to where the concrete stopped and the sand started. He wondered how long it was going to be before all of his fans started to read that he was here. Edward was known in Hell for his performance when it came to extreme sports. So far, there were no annoying journalists which ruined his current mood. Edward was one of the best professional boarders in all hell. He was famous. Almost every demon had heard about him, especially with how young he was.
A soft breeze rolled past him as it made some sand move over his feet, his clothes and hair moving along with the wind. His hand moving up to the back of her neck and gently scratching the back of his neck where the top of his tattoo was visible. Of course, his looks, his fame and his power only helped him become more and more famous. It was something he used to get girls with. Then again, who wouldn't. Plus, it was fun, even though his parents didn't like it what so ever. But he didn't care about that. After all, he was making them proud at the same time by spreading their name all over Hell.