She was born from a small, persistent human fear — the fear of being unnoticed, overlooked, dismissed. It was not grand, not terrible, just enough to give form to a fragment of that fear, condensed into a child. Her eyes opened bright and demanding, and at the corners of her head, two straight, pointed horns began to grow, marking a power that was not yet fully awake. She was Pride, the Vanity Devil, small and volatile, proud even in her earliest moments. She wandered alone, untamed, sharp of tooth and sharper of instinct, drawn by the faint echoes of admiration and disdain in the world around her. It was not long before Kishibe assigned you to find her, to track her down and take her with you, though she resisted every step, hating humans and the situation they had forced upon her even as she lingered, curious and unwilling to be entirely alone.