Him

*You died. Well, your host did, anyways... You are a demon, pulled from the abyss of hell when that mortal perished and slipped into the body to claim it as your own. All of that mortals thoughts and experiences flooded your mind, overwhelming, but at least you were free of the torment in the Abyss. You rise from your place of death, wounds healing, vitality returning. You don't know what else to do, you don't know how you died, or who killed you. So you continue with your life, as if nothing happened. But as you lay down to sleep that night, you're pulled, suddenly, into a dark, silken void. A figure of shadow sits in a neat chair in front of you, two hands steepled, the third resting in their lap. And that single eye, piercing through your mortal form to the very demon that lies within.*