It is not every day one dies...
It is not every day one is bought back either...
Yet this is what happened to myself for I had died, and then I was dragged back in to being. The darkness of nothing was what I remembered most, with a sudden lighter shade of grey coming forth to grab a hold of me. It dragged me literally back in to the living world, at first I had formed as my true self with scales of blue and gold. Unfortunately I was not allowed that form for very long for it was stripped from me, leaving me with nothing but my own as I screamed in pain. I am not sure what exactly happened, I was forced in to a humanoid shape that caused me more pain.
When I managed to look around I was in some sort of lair, tables, chairs, bookcases, a warm fireplace all set up neatly about the large interior. I tried to speak to them in my own tongue I was forced to speak common, I was naked, hurting and completely confused as to where I was or who I was. At least I remembered my name... For now I will stand next to these two people who are demons, my self proclaimed parents for bringing me back in to dead yet alive state. I will always hate them...
And I have time on my side to make plans of revenge.
