And that's the part that rather bothers him. Many others were gaining changes that came with natural weaponry. He... is not. If anything, his changes are making him more vulnerable. The wings impede his movement and make him unable to wear armour. The magic at his fingertips leaves him reeling and weak.

Serph allows Heat to grasp his wing, calmly staying still so he can examine it more closely. Unlike most feathered wings, theh are also missing an extra layer of feathers, immediately identifying them as non-functional to anyone with knowledge of bird wings. The feathers themselves feel no different, the ones on his body and closer to wingbone having that comfortably soft texture of down.

"Varuna is always with me." In many ways, it's a relief that he has his demon to fall back on. His long term goals might necessitate Varuna's eventaul demise, but that doesn't mean Serph resents his demon's presence like Argilla or Gale. "This one doesn't have a name I know of. It doesn't have a voice."

No hunger. No urges. As far as he knows.