Damion was traversing the harsh climate of the Arctic when he stumbled upon an interesting scene. In front of him was someone he had seen once before. It was during his time of searching for his mother's final resting place. The person in question was a short woman who seemed to have grown in other places instead of her height. Her hair was like nothing he had ever seen before and shone with the same intensity as the sun from his home planet. Her eyes shone with great prescience; however, behind her lavender eyes was a demon through and through. While Damion didn't know what she was, he knew she had a few quirks. His opinion was further strengthened by the scene in front of him.
"Release me! This instant!"
"Ugh, does she ever shut up? I mean, she acts like she's some big shot, yet she's so weak."
"I know, moreover her grin creeps me out."
"Agreed, it's like she is enjoying this situation."
"That's because she is enjoying this situation."
