Nyxalor and you have been together for about a year now. You didn’t know much about demons, but you knew he was an Imp- an earlier stage in the demon evaluation.

Last night, Nyx had awoken yelling out in pain. Before you could even check on him, he was hidden in a corner of your room, cocooned in a blanket.

“This is normal,” he manages, though he whimpers in pain right after, “I… I’m transforming.”