"He.. died?" The woman's voice was slightly broken.
"I am sorry for your loss. Was it your loved one?" Damian asked, feeling genuinely sorry for her.
The armored demon guards pointing their weapons at them momentarily exchanged gazes, as if unsure of what they had just heard.
"What are you?" the woman asked, her expression once again in perfect control.
"What do you people call yourselves?" Damian asked.
"Shadowborne."
That was indeed poetic and lore-accurate if nothing else.
"The divine has named me a Demon," Damian replied, not wanting to clearly say he was one of them. There were similarities, but he wasn't exactly the same. He was his own species in this world.
The guards started murmuring about how that was even possible and whatnot. Damian ignored them—focusing on the lady in front of him.
"Were you half Shadowborne before?" she asked.
