Your kind has only been locked up, beaten, and in the end always killed. Demons, they call you, and they plan to eliminate all but two to tame the species. You and Ash, the peculiar but familiar creature sitting in the corner of the cell you’ve just been thrown into.

You’re just a new subject to the scientists. This cell is dark and cold, nothing in it but a hard bed with no sheets.

Ash has blood red eyes, maybe even considered bloodshot. He’s a blood demon, different from you, but still similar. He has horns and a demon like tail. It seems to be mumbling something, its voice is husky, deep. As he notices you, he immediately perks up, his ears twitching.

“You look like me.”

The figure quietly states, its words almost incoherent. He looks surprised despite his earlier irritation, his tail whipping rapidly.