At first Ziam felt a spark of fear as an essence, an entity entered him. His mind growing silent and calm, the pain easing to a nearly unnoticed annoyance like a bug bite on his neck. Ziam froze there in the center of the street his eyes wide and his blood thundering in his veins. Fear gripping his heart for only a moment longer, until he felt the brightness of the energy within him.<br/><br/>It didn't feel like a Demon, Ziam relaxed and as he did more and more of the energy filled him. As it grew so bright he couldn't even keep his inner eye fixed upon it. He closed his mortal eyes too, his mind felt saturated with light.<br/><br/>He heard the words as if they were spoken aloud and not from within him. It was so odd. His vision awash with light even with his eyes tightly closed he felt worry and a small knot of fear rise, but quickly whipped out as anger laced through his veins igniting his blood with that battle readiness that preceded the deadly calm that would descend during the fight itself. He was ready. He was willing. He would fight.<br/><br/>"I accept you gift, allow me to serve," he said softly, speaking in reverent tones. He knew all too well what a demon king would do. He remembered again the bodies that filled his nightmares, the blood that soaked his mind. Saturated his soul. He pressed his fingers to the female medallion he wore at his throat and felt again the pain. Letting it bring the rage that give him power to fight. It was something that had become second nature to him. The pain of loss, the pain of memories he couldn't remember, the loss of more thus his family, but also the loss of himself. He'd lost everything that night and he intended to life only to fight the darkness that had taken it all.