Demon doesn't carry the same sort of connotation in Serph's mind, for even transformations that are named and appear to be angelic are still demons, creatures of unending hunger, born of humanity.

Serph nods; confusing is certainly one way of putting it. And that confusion had only grown as they found more pieces of the puzzle but were unable to quite understand how they fit together.

"She came to help us. But she forgot who she was when she entered our world." Serph's gaze slides down to their joined hands, the smallest of smiles curling at the corner of his mouth, fondness tinting his words. "I was drawn to her. So was one of my officers. She couldn't fight, so we wanted to protect her."

For reasons beyond the fact she was a stated requirement for entry into Nirvana.