... Cer had no idea where he was. The little daemon had suffered a very nasty shock, but that wasn't the most disorienting issue. Everything was.. well, fresh? Cold. There were no fumes. And everything was alive, alive in the way that makes blood course through your veins, that makes you breathe.. air..
Cer understood. He was no longer in the underworld. He was no longer in Hworlodoth. He was among humans.
They had thrown him out.
And, yes, that puddle-shadow-thingy is the reflection of his soul. Don't be judgemental, now, it's the only one he's got.
The triangle his MOUTH, not his NOSE!! His nose is hidden.
"I've developed a kind of story for him, he was a happy little demon living in hell, but he screwed up in one way or another, and was banished. The experience was quite horrible, and changed him in the depths of his soul, which altered appearance as well. Now he roams the earth, doing good or bad, I'm not sure. The poor, twisted thing.
He has powers, he doesn't want to tell me what they are, yet..
I know his eyes change when he uses them.
They had thrown him out.
***
He is a demon-like thing, with a perpetual bewildered expression and unfathomable motives for doing.. whatever he does. I don't know. Another thing that stays with him is a peculiar shadow, more of a watery reflection of his soul. So. Tell me what you think.And, yes, that puddle-shadow-thingy is the reflection of his soul. Don't be judgemental, now, it's the only one he's got.
The triangle his MOUTH, not his NOSE!! His nose is hidden.
***
"I've developed a kind of story for him, he was a happy little demon living in hell, but he screwed up in one way or another, and was banished. The experience was quite horrible, and changed him in the depths of his soul, which altered appearance as well. Now he roams the earth, doing good or bad, I'm not sure. The poor, twisted thing.
He has powers, he doesn't want to tell me what they are, yet..
I know his eyes change when he uses them.
