Tieflings are derived from human bloodlines, and in the broadest possible sense, they still look human. Their appearance and their nature are not their fault but the result of an ancient sin, for which they and their children and their children’s children will always be held accountable. And to twist the knife, tieflings know that this is because a pact struck generations ago infused the essence of Asmodeus-overlord of the Nine Hells-into their bloodline. To be greeted with stares and whispers, to suffer violence and insult on the street, to see mistrust and fear in every eye: this is the lot of the tiefling. Every little jab and comment just sharpens your claws.” “You fight it, don’t you? Like a little wildcat, I wager. Some break under it, some make it the millstone around their neck, some revel in it.” He tilted his head again, scrutinizing her, with that wicked glint in his eyes. “I know you have.” When she glared at him, he added, “It’s not as if I’m plumbing the depths of your mind, dear girl. “You think I haven’t heard that rubbish before?” Those black eyes, cold as a winter storm, were staring right into her heart and the sudden seriousness in his voice jolted her. “But you do see the way people look at you, devil’s child.”
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