He's handsome, immortal, and has an accent that can make candles melt. There isn't a thing he hasn't done nor a place he hasn't seen; both diamonds and demons fall willingly at his feet. So what could possibly have him in such a hurry? What, after a millennium and then some, could give him a run for his money? . . . This description is for only the first chapter, because that might be the only thing I write for this story. If it gets enough attention, though, I just might continue it and perhaps even finish a novel for once.