He briefly remembers the horror of it all, too- like he died, and came back... wrong. He doesn't think of it as wrong anymore- he's probably had this body for longer than he was ever human, but it remains etched in his mind. That initial memory.
"... Not easily. Needed to turn me. Into a demi-fiend," he glances down at his body; the markings, the horn, and the yellow eyes. "This."
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He briefly remembers the horror of it all, too- like he died, and came back... wrong. He doesn't think of it as wrong anymore- he's probably had this body for longer than he was ever human, but it remains etched in his mind. That initial memory.
"... Not easily. Needed to turn me. Into a demi-fiend," he glances down at his body; the markings, the horn, and the yellow eyes. "This."
He doesn't mind. He's not unhappy.