Something has been bothering me for a long while. I can't... seem to remember my past. How did I get here? When everyone calls me demon it feels wrong deep down in my soul. I am not like the rest of them yet they treat me like one of their own. The king and my long time love has kept my shattered memories from me for a long time but why? The more I fall deeper into this...label... demon... the more I begin to question. This corruption is all consuming, a fiery pressure burdening my soul threatening to shatter it completely. I do not know how much longer I can stay afloat. It whispers to me within the darkness telling me to give in. I... don't think I have... much time left.