When I passed, I did so helping others, and begged the gods to let me continue. I am now an eternal, living, fireproof, self-repairing, house that can teleport to where I'm most needed. I can care for those within me, and expel those with cruelty and violence in their hearts. So, I'm content. -- BKF
Some Devilborn live with the names they're given. It's rare, but it happens. The rest of us choose names that match our demonic nature or fit an aspiration that matches our hearts. I named myself Courtesy. As a wandering Druid, I did everything in my power to help those in need. Rarely a thought to myself.
And why not? I could make a shelter with earth shaped with my own magic. I could use a word and a gesture to provide sustenance for a day in a single berry.
That said, there's been many times when I went hungry or slept in whatever hollow I could find. Because other people needed it more, and I was exhausted from connecting with the leyflow. To that point, there were many times when I worked for others until I collapsed into said hollow in the ground. It was no great shock that one of those was where I died.
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