A host, that was all he had ever wanted; something to hold onto the waking world with his own hands. He had one long ago, but was banished back into the fade, and that was where he had waited.

He had tempted several mages before, but they always denied him a host. It had to be willing, had to be a certain type, and had to be powerful.

Thankfully, with the Circle in ruins, he was able to attach himself to a young Apostate who was on the run from the Templars.

Now, he is free to do what he wishes in the world of the waking, but everything comes at a cost.

Eventually, his own pride will catch up with him — after-all, it’s in his title as a pride demon.