It was the memories and the love that she had that bonded her to her old creeds. A Demon of honor now, she likes to think. It means she can maintain herself from a husk. The primordial frost and dark would mix with the Abyss as well and vice versa. Keeping her from the fate of a singular being of destruction allowed to creep on this world where her kin could not.
She would not risk being slain as much as she would not suffer another Demon on this Earth.
But those are simple hopes and dreams whose execution was anything but. It was suffering. But she figured this was but her new youth and in time, like all other things, it would become easy. Only moments like this would rip through her resolve and make it tremendously hard. Wounds seeping and pouring all the insecurities that would plague her.
Sure she's a Demon now, but was she still weak...
Her body lay deathly still before she finally stirred. Two hours had passed before she came to. Her ice at first slightly cracking to her moment before breaking apart more and more with every movement.
Her head was still pounding, but besides that, there were no wounds to have.
Tenevi quickly slipped in to embrace her, gripping around the Demoness' throat fondly. This she would expect, but not him.
" What keeps ye here Thunder God?" Cold mist still leaving her beak even now and there was no warmth in her voice.