It was quite enjoyable, taking control of this youth before me. I like letting him know what everyone else refuses to tell him. Maybe I am wrong, but of course, that is just an opinion. I feel that I am right. He, this boy of demon and angels, he needs to know his true blood lineage, just as he knows his angel lineage. Why hide it from him? He is what he is. Hiding it does nothing but harbor hate when he will eventually find out later. But hey, I get to have my fun. I get to be in control for now, and see his little face light up like fire in the dim light of my den. He was to be mine, this boy, mine to control, mine, mine, mine. Well, maybe one can see where my relation to Tobias comes from.

I keep my form still as I linger around him. He is curious, hungry for knowledge just as I was as a puppy. I will not deny him the truth, nor will I obscure it. There may be times where I refuse to tell him the truth, yes, but I will be upfront about not telling him. My words had sure brought out the savagery in the boy, a fierce gaze on his face at some of my words. As I continued on though, it seems the boy had quite a few questions. I will answer some, but I am not dedicating my whole night to him. I may not exactly sleep like others do, but I still enjoy silence and being alone. He is still bothersome to that desire. I must address this little...confusion about Tobias and the unworthy. I keep my face calm as always, cool and collected now that he isn't being an annoying little shit.

"You see, it is more...complicated than that. The Angels believe in letting most live, unless they commit some sort of crime that they Angels made up. The unworthy is...an opinion I suppose. Tobias consumes the weak, those who cannot defend themselves. Thus, they are unworthy to live, if someone else is deciding to kill them and they lose. Life, my dear, is harsh. Your mother protect you now, but not always. Out in the world, there is constantly a threat of death from one thing or another. It is the survival of the fittest, only the strongest live to breed more strong offspring. The Angels, however, will fight to protect the weak, it is up to you if that is...a good or bad thing. As for you Mother, I do not know. Maybe she is less of an angel than she thinks she is."

Yes, I throw in a little jab at his mother. She lays with demons knowing she is an angel. She created offspring with Tobias, knowing full well they may turn out as freaks. Well, there is a little...freak sitting before me, with an apparent split personality, Ego, this one calls himself. Or he could just be faking it, pretending as puppies do. I am not for certain yet, but I am not the kind to act freaked out about it. I hardly care. He shows promise in other ways and that is all that matters to me, and the fact that I enjoy undermining the desires of all of Diveen. It is fun, what can I say? I am bored here, very bored, and this is just...something to do. I don't have my own children to toy with, so I will toy with him instead.

I see the boy's head jerk back at my words, he is obviously displeased that many here want him to die, and i cannot hold back a slightly sinister laugh. It fills the air around it, so lovely it really is. I half expect this pup to de profundis, being strong willing and probably not enjoying my laughing at him. He will get over it though, if he dare retaliates he will regret it.

"Dear, you are a half-demon. Something they never wanted. You are born from the most hated wolf in all of Moladion, this pack and beyond. They do not wish for you to turn out as he does, you understand? Thus, it is easier to kill you before you can go kill them."

I kept my body nice and relaxed, my paws crossing each other with ease. I still look like a goddess of perfection with the dark, something sleek and smooth, but still strong with my large frame. My copper eyes watched as this little ball of fur got upset over these things I told him, his little red hackles raising. It was almost cute really, in a pathetic way since he is a puppy. I kept my eyes upon him the whole time, even when he chooses not to look at me. He will learn, to never take your eyes off of something so close. One day. he will learn.

"Boy, listen. When you are a puppy like you are, everyone larger than you is a decider. Your mother could have killed you at birth. Anyone could kill you if you wander away from someone who cares. I could kill you now if I so desired. Everyone is a decider and you are in their mercy...that is until you are older. I can teach you, so when you are older, no one will be your decider. It will be only you."

I move my face closer to his once more, allowing a slight smile to crawl onto my lovely features once more. I hold myself before him, watching as he does indeed make a decision, a wise one at that. He even allows a little grin to play on his own black face. Good. Let him be happy for this moment.

"I may decide to help you. You must first prove you are worthy."

My face was inching closer, my fangs slipping out my lips as deadly daggers to be shown.

"Listen, Ego, Always remember the one who trains you, the one who told you the truth. Never forget who set you free. Tell no one of tonight as you said, and soon I will come for you. Very soon. Now go. Leave here and make sure to avoid any lingering...shadows."

I slowly pull my head back, my face obscuring in the darkest of shadows within my den. Only my copper eyes are capable of catching any light. I will lay here, waiting for him to leave. I have some patience...but if he lingers too long I will throw him out myself.