Cottontail: I don't own Demon Diary. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction. Thanks for the reviews. I'll try to update a few times a week, but since my only computer time is during 2cd period, it may not be as often as that. Also the chapters are a little short. I'm sorry. Oh, and review confusion, Eclipse didn't admit it out loud Meruhesae. Meruhesae. Meruhesae. I won't forget it. Anyway, read on.

"I know it's been a few days since my last entry, but I was using the time to get to know my guests. Aurelied, the one I know least about. Obviously the eldest of the trio and a truly wise man, but there is something about him I don't like. He has an air of superiority about him that bothers me. His mannerisms are so precise, so absolutely perfect; it almost appears to be an insult.

"Krayon is the second cousin of the prince. His playboy lifestyle has led him to bed many of my servants, male and female alike. I shan't bring it up because such things would be rude, and an oversight is often necessary to maintaining peace.

"The young prince is the most intriguing creature I have ever come across. At first glance he appears to be an airhead, but when you look closer, there is the soul of a poet. In conversation he spouts philosophy and will endlessly discuss matters of life and love. A true romantic. His hands are also blessed, for I have caught him in my garden painting accurate portraits of the landscapes.

"I sat down to converse. His eyes never left the canvas. 'Beautiful. How long have you been painting?' 'I don't know. For as long as I can remember.' 'Do you only paint landscapes?' 'Yes, I find that people, though one of God's creatures, has become impure, so I don't like to paint them. Nature itself has such sincerity, such a sense of innocence that can't be tainted, that I want to capture it forever.' There was such truth to what he said that I almost felt offended. Was I too corrupted? Then what made him better? 'Nothing lasts forever. Trees can be cut, land can be cleared, and pictures can be burned.' I immediately felt sorry because he turned to me and responded, 'People are bitter with no appreciation for true beauty anymore. We speak of love and seek it, but do we ever find it? No, humans are too concerned with death, power, wealth, and sex to even bother with the trivial matters of life. I left home to experience what I thought would be a beautiful new land of excitement. Yet all I see is the same people. They may not look the same or have the same culture, but behind everyone's pleasant conduct are the same wicked desires that are rampant in the west.' "

The man paused and sighed. "Everyone, it's time to take a short break. Eat; my kitchen is open with dozens of chefs. Take a nap if you will. Whatever to make you more comfortable."

He set the book aside and walked over to the fireplace. Above it hung a painting of children playing under the cherry trees. He looked deep in thought when the annoying guest from earlier approached him.

"This would make an interesting novel. Is that what you plan to turn the diary in to?"

"Of course not. A movie maybe," he replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Then what is the significance of all this? It holds deeper meaning for you. Did you lose a loved one, or are you a descendant of this lord?"

The dark-haired man just smiled.

"All will be revealed in due time."