"Ugh- my back-" He placed his hand on his back, where he was stabbed by a one eyed maid He looked around. "I lived-?" He asks himself. He looks into a broken window. He stopped dead in his tracks. "I'M A DEMON?! WHAT THE FUCK?!" He touches his face, realizing that mask he once wore is now his face, the fake horns now real. He stares at himself in the window. "Still hot as fuck though." He says proudly of himself. He ran his hand through his now white hair with one red streak in it. "Ooo."