Notes

Them: "What manner of creature are you?"

Eve: "You smile and point a finger to the horns as you tilt your head to the side. "I'm a demon! Of course, I mean, we don't all look like this. Most of us don't, really. I could've just come in looking like a normal human or whatever, but that's boring! I drew this little body up myself!" You give a thumbs up. "What do you think? Pretty cool, eh?" He'd be able to notice how sharp your teeth and nails are."

Them: "Well horns could point to a few things, and you certainly don't look infernal to me. It's of your own make? You have good taste."

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Eve: "You blush, a weird blue-y color against your black skin. "Aw, shucks. You flatter me. Anyway, I'm probably just not what you'd expect in terms of whatever demon-y races you've got where you're from. I mean, we're from different times, planes, etc. after all! Demons aren't necessarily physical beings, but we can come up to some of the planes as ones. The further we go from our home plane, which is known as The Reality of the Damned, The Everlasting Inferno, or just the Underworld if you're a boring shmuck, generally the weaker our powers get and the weaker our forms get! Where we are right now isn't too far from the Underworld, but I don't like to go around bragging about my power. I'm just a fun-loving little demon girl as it stands, and I'm not looking to change that school of thought for anyone. Secondly, in our plane, we exist as incorporeal beings! Souls, if you would--but that's a loose term, since we're VERY different from the souls you guys have!-" You poke his chestplate, aiming in the vague direction of his 'soul'--which for most mortals starts somewhere near the heart, but for quite a few stems from the brain (You're assuming his is the heart, since he used to be a warrior and all)--"