Pain

The pain had been so excruciatingly sweet that he had cried. It wasn't like the hunger pangs he had felt as a child, nor as his body after that first workout his boss had put him through.

No, this was what loyalty was. This is what it felt like to do something so outrageous, you knew there was no going back. To create the demon face to mirror his demon soul was what he had always wanted to do. Crush the bones, cut off the ears, burn the lips. The pain is good. The pain is for immortal loyalty.