It's been three months and six days since I walked out of the Nyiathan mansion and into this life. I wasn't always this person. I was kind, caring...good. Those days are gone. I've accepted it now, dealt with the demons. I know now that I can never be the man I once was. Instead, I've become that which the humans fear, a demon in my own right. I can feel the power of the magic in my bones, the darkness of it strong enough to take all of my light and swallow it whole. I close my eyes and push away the devil who threatens to consume me. For now. It is only a matter of time before the old Sam is lost. But until then, I will fight.