Prologue

The assembly of the clouds covered the light of the winter Sun. Like if it announced the Doomsday. The rain could start to fall anytime.
From above the pale clouds, from under the piles of snow lying on the gray concrete made the city colorless. Everything turned colorless. Colorless people were hurrying toawrds the distance, paled trams were running to the horizon, foggy cars were disappearing in the distance...
Everything was lost in this nothing. This is the Big Boulevard at noon. A small, blinking neon-advertisement couldn't be noticed in this chaos which lost its colors in this monotonous boredom. The advertisement announced a humble little coffe bar. But why in the world would had anyone want to visit this peaceful island? Only one man, who was resting matterless here. But he wasn't resting.
Some kind of overpowering jazz-music were shouting from the speakers. The waiters were bustling about something. Like if they had something to do. Or if like restless ghosts were demanding their drinks. They had one guest after all: Demon Xaver.
Poor thing, his name wasn't his fault. His fater gave him when he was born, then he disappeared. Like if he knew it: the special this name is, the uncommon life the boy will have. Like if he knew it: this won't be something everyday event.
-Okay, listen up -said Damon- this won't be an easy story.