[There's an irony here in that Chuuya literally just described the Natha -- but he won't say anything about it, simply snickering to himself.]

Now, that depends on who you ask. There were certainly times in the past when I was worshipped and revered as a god.

[He reaches up to take one of Chuuya's hands by the wrist, pressing it down against the mattress.]

Just as there were times when I was beloved and feared as an Angel of death.

[And he takes his other wrist, doing the same as he looms over Chuuya, leaning in closer as he flashes a toothy grin.]

But these days... those who know of me simply know me as a demon.