In the few centuries that Dulce had memories of ever since he left his desert palace, he had never been offered intimacy of any kind. He avoided his own kind and with the distance necessary to cohabit with humans, that was out of the question.
He had initially hoped for a Hellhound, expecting a beast with which to spend the rest of his days quietly. Even after finding out that Hellhounds possessed the ability to shift, he didn't lose his dream.
But his mistakes had granted him something he had never thought of: a species that wasn't his own kind that he didn't have to guard against. Demons were even stronger than Vampires so his only similarity to them was that they were equally immortal. In terms of diverting from the norm on Earth, which were humans, Demons were even stranger than he was.
