"No rambling but heavy on ugly, I think I can manage that." He took a breath and released it, gathering his thoughts into some kind of order. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot of order to the fucked up mess his life had become.

"Starting at the beginning, I'm the product of an ancient high demon raping an innocent fourteen year old girl, which makes me half human, half demon, something I didn't find out until I died the second time at the hands of one of the Four Horsemen and my powers were unlocked. The first time I died," he said before she could ask, "was the night my mother was brutally murdered by a vampire masquerading as an ally. In my grief over not protecting her, I called to Artemis for vengeance. She denied me since the betrayal had killed my mother, not me, so I shot myself in the head. Artemis, knowing I'd been raised Catholic, captured my soul, kept it, and made me into one of her immortal vampire hunters. The tattoo on my cheek and the fangs are marks of her hunters."

He took a sip from the glass in his hand and raised an eyebrow at her. "How's that?"