On a Journey To Find Love. [Zarry]

Chapter 8

Zarin introduced Harry to his friend Lozan, a man who according to him knew almost every demon.

"You need to be more specific." Lozan inquired when Zarin explained that he was looking for old male demons. "There are many old male demons."

Zarin turned to Harry. "Anything specific you would like?"

Harry felt as if he was ordering a meal or buying clothes.

"Someone kind," Harry said.

That made both Zarin and Lozan laugh out loud. "Your friend is funny," Lozan told Zarin.

Zarin tried to hold in his laugh. "We are looking for someone who might be interested in finding a partner."

"Oh," Lozan turned to Harry. "You can't possibly have difficulty finding someone." He said surprised. "But that's not how it works with demons."

"I know, I know. They have to be mates, but that will only happen once they meet, right?"

"All right. But why does it have to be an old demon?" Lozan asked.

"We have our reasons." That was all Zarin said.

"How old are we talking about?"

"Well, at least five centuries old." He looked at Harry for approval.

Harry had to think. That sounded a lot, but he decided to go with it for now.

"Preferably rich," Zarin added.

"Then you are looking for a demon lord."

Harry knew demon Lords were the ones that ruled over a group of demons. They were the leaders.

"That will do," Zarin said.

Lozan seemed concerned. "Your friend seems too innocent to get involved with a demon lord." He pointed out.

"He just looks innocent. It's his charm." Zarin explained.

His charm? Harry wanted to laugh.

"If you want to meet a demon Lord, you need to go to different kinds of parties. Ones that are heavily guarded, therefore you will need an invitation. I am sure your father can get you one easily. Once you are inside, your friend can use his charm. I am sure it will work effectively." He grinned.

If Lozan knew almost every demon, then maybe he knew the Hazel-eyes stranger.

"Do you know a male demon with golden eyes?" Harry asked.

Lozan expression became serious. "Golden-eyes? That's very rare nowadays. Have you seen one?" He asked.

"No, my friend has." He lied.

"I don't know if they are lucky or unlucky." He said scaring him.

"Why?"

"Well, lucky because they got to see something rare. Unlucky because they are very dangerous and you might be in serious trouble if you provoked them."