Lili grinned to himself as he shuffled about the apartment. He didn't think of himself as human anymore, and that name just didn't suit him. Lash would do for a name. Exploring the closet, he brought out some of his old clothes and shoes and jewelry and stood there humming as he inspected each.
The clothes were made for an adult, older woman, but that wasn't about to stop a young demon like Lash. Licking his thumb with his tongue, lash placed the print of the thumb on a pair of jeans, a blouse, some flats, and one of Lili's necklaces. Each suddenly flew into the air like it was possessed and began to change.
The blouse became a simple brown leather vest with pentagrams on it that shifted and shrunk as it slid onto Lash's shoulders and chest. The Jeans became a loin cloth of dark maroon, with gold designs that trailed down it like flames. The necklace shifted to a pair of black shackles for his wrists, and gold shackles for his furred ankles. Another part became a peircing in his navel, tongue ears and nose.
Grinning, the demon looked at himself. It was good to be normal. His ears twitched to the sound of the other creature in the room. Bart was its name, he remembered. He harbored no malicious intent to the dog, after all it was his own...or would be soon.