Simon looked from the fragment of his birth to the ring below.
'What the hell are you?'
And what the hell was this sea of consciousness?
He had followed his memories through two lives and reached the moment his human mother first held him. Surely there couldn't be much left.
What else was he going to find? Himself in her womb? His parents talking outside? Them having sex?
He grimaced.
That was something he could happily live without remembering.
The pressure behind his eyes had grown worse while he lingered. His physical body was still sitting on the bed, but he could feel the strain on his brain.
Becoming a Daemon and a Greater Demon was helping him endure it, but that wasn't all.
He could feel the four Seeds of Sin within his Daemon Heart. He hadn't deliberately called on them, yet their power helped him withstand the pressure. He couldn't explain exactly how, but he could feel the difference.
