Danitour sat inside his bedroom, silently watching as the sun disappeared over the horizon. He didn't go to the defense, but he learned about their undoubtable loss.
Hizentre told him everything, including Ether's condition and the new face inside Krugi's walls. Instead of feeling sorry for Ether, he didn't feel any emotion.
He still hasn't forgotten about the confrontation. The wounds were still healing, and the memory of talking to Kellenas in that manner were still fresh inside his memory.
While he watched the sunset, he wrote something inside an empty book. Inside this book were notes he made over the years and different stories he wrote.
If it wasn't for Krugi's defense, he would have become an entertainer for greater Legions. But his position as the city's unbreakable barrier prohibited his plans.
"Speaking to that Alpha Male left a sour taste in my mouth, and knowing Infinus' leader brought him and some more Eterra Ferals didn't make it feel any better. Perhaps he deserves what he got..." a voice read Danitour's page.
He quickly turned around to look for whoever that was, but he realized he was all alone. No one was outside his window. This voice didn't have an owner.
Then it spoke again. "I never was a believer in redemption. If someone is who they claim they are, they won't step outside that space. Ether claimed to be an excellent leader, but ends up forcing our enemies inside the city."
Danitour looked around, confused. Hoping to locate who was reading his notes out loud. He turned around and saw his bedroom door was wide open.
"Who is here with me?" he asked the darkness beyond his bedroom.
A small figure walked inside. It was nearly completely invisible, the only reason Danitour saw it was because of the candlelight.
"I am Demon, Devastated by Distortion. But my former name is Demon Coros," the figure answered.
Danitour calmly stood up and looked at Demon. "Coros? You come from the Light Legion as well?"
Demon didn't answer, he picked up the little bronze tray holding the candle and walked over to Danitour. Then he placed the candle beside the book, and flipped through the pages.
"What are you doing?"
"Reading your work," Demon replied.
"But why?" Danitour snatched the book. "And how were you reading anything from back there?"
Demon allowed his body to completely manifest inside the room. "I didn't read from the book, I read from your mind. Every emotion you're feeling, I'm feeling too."
"W - what..? What the hell are you?" Danitour asked.
"I'm the vessel for the Nine, I'm supposed to learn in their Will," Demon truthfully answered.
Danitour stepped back to examine Demon's cold pale body. "That's nonsense, show me proof."
Demon smiled and lifted an arm. He carefully opened each finger until his palm was exposed. On his palm were two artifacts. These being Skullencer's tooth, and the claw Ether showed Danitour.
"Remember these?" his gentle voice thundered.
"T - that's... how do I know that isn't a normal Feral's tooth and claw?" Danitour sharply responded.
Demon closed his hand and opened the book again. "Danitour, you are a skilled combatant. Are you not?"
"Give me back my book," Danitour realized Demon somehow got the book again. "Knowing my name doesn't mean you're any better than me. What are you here for?"
"I am here for your strange behavior. You have been acting different ever since Ether tried helping you. Time passes and you suddenly hate my brother?" Demon responded.
Demon walked backwards until he stood next to the candle. He smiled and pinched the wick, allowing darkness to creep into the room as night settled in.
"What else are you hiding?" Demon asked.
before Danitour could respond, Demon transformed his right arm into its Distorted counterpart then forced the open palm around the back of his head.
Danitour was in a trance, he couldn't do or say anything. He stood there as Demon replicated every memory and absorbed it into his own mind.
Every thought, emotion, memory, experience, and skill became part of Demon's mind. It was as if Demon had completely replicated Danitour inside his mind.
Then he let go. Danitour dropped on the floor, gasping for air.
"So many things to go through... you're the first Variant I have consumed. Do not worry, I won't tell anyone about your actions in the past. Just know everything you'll ever do, I will know and feel."
Syndicate Dust consumed Demon, the glossy black figure loomed over Danitour as he tried to recover. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the Syndicate Dust evaporated, taking Demon with it.
Danitour struggled to get back up, the feeling of having every single thing that made him who he was being torn away like that was draining.
Through the stress of recovering, Danitour was aware someone else knew everything about him. If Demon wanted to, he could turn him into his own servant.
Nothing was more shameful than having another Prime expose someone else's darkest moments in their lives. This amount of knowledge could make him look less like a leader.
He also understood Demon was aware of his current thoughts, he consumed him. Now, Danitour's existence is tied to Demon.
While Danitour recovered, Demon rested on top of a roof. He looked through every memory, analyzing every little detail, and savoring every moment.
It was like reading a book, but he could physically feel everything. As if he was the one there, not Danitour.
A memory stuck out to him, it was the event that caused Danitour to become the city's champion and leader. He inspected the memory, looking around and replaying different portions.
The memory had a mixed feeling. Happiness but also sadness. As it progressed, Demon saw why two drastically different emotions were mixed with one another.
He closed the memory then turned to look at Danitour's home.
Demon smiled and murmured. "What your people see as an idol, I see as an executioner. What else do you have to hide, little sinner?"