He’s right. While we’re all twisted and devious in our own way, my brothers aren’t like me. We don’t talk about our past, but I know that I was born dark. I crawled my way out of the womb, nearly tearing the female in two. I’ve always been this. Never anything else. The rest don’t wear collars because they don’t have to. I’m a hellhound at the command of my master, because if I were to be set free, there’d be no one left to suffer.
