..."So you want to know about my horns...and my past." He looks at you with his red eyes. "Well...these have cost me quite alot...of my life." He began.
Well, it all started with my mother. She was an angel, one fom heaven, as you may well know. But she commited a great sin, and fell in love with a demon, my father. They kept quite quiet about their relationship. Soon, They had my older brother, who's name escapes me at the moment. I didn't know him very well. Not at all. He was about a few months when I was born. I had a wing of an angel, but my demon side had givin me only one red wing, and two red horns. My ears, claws, and fangs were long and sharp as another effect of my demon side.

One day, my mother took my older sibling out to play, as they usually did. She held me in her right arm. She could stand upright, as angels can. My father must of been away. Not sure where or why. But he wasn't there. My sibling trotted along, and soon got carried away, running, jumping, and yipping like little puppies do. Then he ran away. Far away. My mother assumed he was going to play with the daisies, like he usually did, so she didn't try to run after him. She laughed. But soon, there was a yelp. A loud yelp.

A loud cloud of thunder rolled across the plains. My brother came sprinting back to my mother, yelping and barking. Her eyes grew wide with fear. Her large, gorgeous white angel wings spread. But as she tried to flee, Her wings dissapeared. She fell to the floor, dropping me and my brother. She screamed in pain. I started to whine, I was only a newborn. I saw my mother start to dissapear, starting from her paw. She was breathing heavaly. The sky was dark now. 'Go...go...run!' Is the last thing she said. And we did.