'Yeah, don't worry, I won't forget,' Moby replied, looking ahead towards Regrit who was slowly getting up on his feet.
From an outside perspective, he looked almost the same, yet upon further inspection is was much more refined. His orange hair was slightly spikier and his shoulders were lean yet broad and defined.
As he lifted his face up from the ground, Moby noticed a slight, yet notable difference. He was definitely more handsome than before, yet it was not enough for anyone to bother him about it.
'So, how do you feel?' Moby approached and asked the clearly dazed man below him as he struggled to stand.
"Huh? W-what? Huh… What happened? Why is everything so bright? How are you talking!? Did your mouth even move!?"
'Why is that always the first thing people ask about?' He inwardly shook his head.
'You don't remember? I turned you into a demon. How do you feel? Was it painful?'
