"How did you recognize me?"
Morris scratched his head in confusion.
"I mean, I've turned into... this."
As he said, he was no longer recognizable as a human. He had been the star player of the Repin Academy's magic dodgeball team, a minor social media celebrity, the developer of the music player project, and a handsome human guy who received confessions from upper and underclassmen every week.
A pair of demon horns, twisting upwards like an antelope's, sat on his head. His eyes were pure black, without pupils. His skin had a reddish tint, and he had a sharp, pointed tail over a meter long.
The standard look for a Tiefling.
As one of the few intelligent races with long tails, Tieflings had a hard time buying pants. Most of them bought human pants and just cut a hole for the tail.
Zog observed the tail. It was quite flexible. 'It must be real.'
