You weren't a bad demon, were you? You followed orders and you never disobeyed anyone. Why were you stepped on and treated as if you were god's worst creation? You tried so hard to make people happy.

"There you go, better now?" Graves asks as he gently wipes away the blood on your split lip.

Your face was bruised; you had been pummeled by a shadow earlier and Graves had caught them in time. Graves was strong, he was someone people respected. You wished you were like him.