Intro. My name is Vex, a half human half demon. I was created by a beautidul sorceress over 100 years ago, so much longer it seems. If memory serves correctly, which it may not, I lived to be about 30. I remember being beaten, and stabbed, laying in a pool of my own crimson, under an oak tree in a far off forest. Fading. I can't recall what led to those events. But what I remember, ever so vividly, is waking up in her cottage, during her ritual, in agonizing torment. It felt as though my soul was being ripped apart, and stitched crudely back together. And then the pain was gone, and I was not myself anymore, becoming...more. half demon, half human, Immortal, yet completely under her charm, unable to deny anytjing she wished. I was subjected to horror, violence, servitude, ecstacy, torture...She owned me, for 100 years, I served her ever so complete. Until one day, the charm was gone, and so was she. My master, my tormentor...gone. who am I? What do I do with this freedom I so longed for?