It had been years since the day of torment when all hope was lost that he had ever removed the veil, yet trust had fallen short again and a temtress had pulled the blind from his eyes, the succubi laughed her job done as he was once more possessed and the light of good left his soul, the reaper of life returned while the demon watched from behind twisting his mind.
Slowly over the days he began to once more change, clothing he once wore turning dark and melding to his skin, the demon watched, hungering ever more slowly waiting for the day it would once more feast.
Slowly the transformation drew to an end and he slowly sunk into nothing ness, then the demon happy with its new form to be vanished slowly changing form, he clothes in fear and taking up a blade in anger vowed to slay all for what had happened as noone had come to his help.
For years he slowly attacked all the reaper by his side and all became to know his name for the blood he spilt...Daemorgus
