This explanation was far more somber than Niamh had expected it to be. Her jolliness faded into quiet, stoic introspection and a degree of fascination. Or rather, she was fascinated, until the aspect of demonic possession came into play. Suddenly, she wasn't quite so interested any more.
Maybe it was to do with the fact that she herself was a demon in some degree - perhaps people would not consider her to be as evil as those spirits with no corporeal form, because there was a clear moral compass within her that they did not have. It didn't matter, though; it was still hard to hear about something that she was closely related to, something that she was intrinsically with no choice in the matter, causing havoc in the lives of the otherwise innocent.
"Oh." There was nothing more eloquent to say. Niamh turned her own face away, one hand reaching up self-consciously to finger at the ridges along her horns. She knew of others like her who could hide the outward appearance of demonhood and appear perfectly human. Never had she ever wished to be able to do it more. "Maybe I'm not the best person to talk to after all."
Being self-conscious was not a feeling that was familiar to her, but a rush of desire to disguise her slit pupils and her oddly mottled skintone was rising in her chest uncontrollably.
"What.. a terrible thing."
Maybe it was to do with the fact that she herself was a demon in some degree - perhaps people would not consider her to be as evil as those spirits with no corporeal form, because there was a clear moral compass within her that they did not have. It didn't matter, though; it was still hard to hear about something that she was closely related to, something that she was intrinsically with no choice in the matter, causing havoc in the lives of the otherwise innocent.
"Oh." There was nothing more eloquent to say. Niamh turned her own face away, one hand reaching up self-consciously to finger at the ridges along her horns. She knew of others like her who could hide the outward appearance of demonhood and appear perfectly human. Never had she ever wished to be able to do it more. "Maybe I'm not the best person to talk to after all."
Being self-conscious was not a feeling that was familiar to her, but a rush of desire to disguise her slit pupils and her oddly mottled skintone was rising in her chest uncontrollably.
"What.. a terrible thing."