Wendy & Sasha & Open
"So...you can't die? Ever? Not even if someone hurts you?" No wonder Wendy was so proud of what he was. No wonder he was feared and so powerful.
"So would they," Sasha replied with a resigned sigh. "But it's not that simple, and it's not just humans who think blood is important. Where I come from, who your parents are affects your whole life. If your parents are rich and powerful then you'll be rich and powerful, and if your parents are poor and low-born then you'll be poor and low-born too. No matter what you do, you can't ever change that; it sticks for life. If I tried to be more than I am, they'd just get rid of me." People knew so little about the ways of demons, though that was hardly surprising. Even with the treatment he'd received, Sasha sometimes felt reluctant to divulge details about the way demons lived; ridiculous really, he didn't owe them any kind if protections or privacy.
"Because to them, I'm worse than a human. I make their blood dirty." Sasha looked down and fidgeted with his bracelets. "I'm trash."