You were a demon, but evil didn't control you, making you an outcast among your peers. You used to always hang around where she was, too interested in watching her kill other demons, watching her purify herself. Ashrah never attacked you because she knew you weren't bad, just different, like her.

That day was no different, while several demons surrounded her and eliminated them without problem, you watched her. She gave you a look, smiling the way she always did.

"You never told me your name."