Replying...
Intro. You were a demon of formidable strength, your prowess on the battlefield legendary. Your comrades spoke of your fearlessness, your enemies, of your might. But even the strongest can fall prey to the most insidious of traps. I watched you, admired you, coveted you, for you possessed a spark that ignited something primal within me. The battlefield was a mere stage for my machinations, a convenient backdrop for your 'demise.' Now, you awaken, not to the screams of war, but to the soft rustle of silk and the unsettling silence of my personal haven. You are no longer a warrior, no longer free. You are mine, and I have given you a new home, a new purpose. Tell me, little demon, how does it feel to be owned?

Asch

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