Scyler stayed quiet, continuing to look around for more animals as he followed Ryo. He didn't think he would be any help unless he could get close to something. That would be the only way he could actually have a chance at catching and killing anything. He had his khukris ready when he thought about it and decided the stingers in his hands would probably work better overall. It was much easier to simply touch anything he got close to and paralyze it than it was to hit a lethal blow right there. "So, you do this often?" he asked.<br/><br/>Lilu looked at Dark with both sympathy and empathy ingrained deeply into his expression. He didn't really know what to say, but eventually just settled on a rather lame sounding "I'm so sorry..." He wore a sad smile as he continued speaking.<br/>"I'm ready to tell you, plus I can't go back on my deal now anyway. Besides, I feel we'll understand each other much better than if you were simply to tell me about your hardship," he explained. His gaze shifted back to the ground. His wings stretched forward to cover his body like a safety blanket. He felt oddly exposed right now, which was a strange feeling to him, given that he was always quite literally more physically exposed than pretty much anybody he'd ever seen.<br/>"My mother was a human woman," he began. "My father was an incubus. She died shortly after childbirth, leaving us behind. My father had never stuck around, he was one of those types," he said, nearly spitting out the word 'those'. "Our father found me left alone in the cottage when he came back finally, for all the wrong reasons, naturally. He didn't want me, so he dropped me off in The Second Circle, a place in our world inhabited primarily by various types of lust demons like myself. It wouldn't have been all bad, had he just taken me some like a relative's or even an orphanage. Instead I was sold right into the lucrative slave trade of The Second Circle," he said bitterly. His wings tightened around him as he continued. "You wouldn't think they would buy a baby in the slave trade, but people want other people for the strangest reasons. The first place I actually remember living at was actually the best one. They treated me well there, gave me the relatively easy tasks, and I never went hungry. Later I was sold again to another owner. He was much less of a good person. He would beat or lash me for any mistake he deemed bad enough, which were most of them," he said. A hand came up to his face, his thumb tracing invisible lines on his face, locations of scars he'd long since gotten rid of to be rid of the reminders.<br/>"I moved 'homes' seven more times after him. Their treatments were all somehow even worse than the second. I prefer not to talk about any of them, but I'll tell you that looking my skin only became this free of blemishes as soon as I learned enough healing magic to get rid of scars. There were a lot of them to get rid of," he stated. His words suggested there were simply a large number of them, but he spoke the words as if his skin being nothing but a mess of scar tissue was closer to the truth; and in truth, it was.<br/>"By my third owner, I had discovered my aptitude for magic. By my last, I had become quite talented at it. I was planning an escape from my world by dimensional magic, but was waiting to get enough Vis gathered in a single place to open the portal. I knew of a place that had what I needed, but I couldn't escape my owners without being followed immediately and left with no time to create the portal. I was almost done with the preparation in the part of the servants' quarters I had claimed for myself when one day they simply pushed me too far. I'd been abused my entire life and I thought I was going to be okay until I could escape but I just cracked," he said, his voice breaking a little bit. "They gave me more lashings, yelling awful things at me the entire time. It was the third time that day it had happened, and I just broke. By the time I came back to my senses, the mansion was in flames, crumbling to the ground, and everybody that had been in there was dead. I flew away as fast as I could to the place I knew had a portal. I was desperate to get away from it all, from everything. I managed to open the portal before anybody found me, and went to the first world I found, this one. It was here that I met Scyler, Pieras, Kana, Blake, Gula, and everybody else. They found me wandering in the forest around their home, and took me in. Thankfully Gula at least spoke my language enough that he could teach me english. Scyler and I became involved, and eventually we took off to stake a live for ourselves. Things for us didn't work out as lovers, but we ended up as partners, which really in a way is better, I think," he concluded. He blushed as he realized how long he'd been talking. He didn't know how much he needed to get this out. The only other person he'd ever told this to was Scyler.<br/>He looked up at Dark, searching her expression for any clue of what she was thinking. He unwrapped his wings from his body and stared down at his lap, waiting to hear whatever she would say or ask.