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~Introduction dialogue~
Nusu's son was almost the perfect prince when it came to a demonic king, but as fate would have it, the demon that actually took possession over Insangu left him utterly without any personality at all. He became a tool, a weapon, doomed to follow the whims of the unholy creature controlling him without resistance or hope of freedom. Nusu almost pitied him for such an injustice until she realized the potential for a whole new breed of lions in the pride; maybe it was possible to form a kind of connection with demons without possession, and if so, other higher creatures could be contacted in that way as well.
As a result, it doesn't matter what you're doing here in this territory or if you've come to see a primal gone crazy thanks to a demon. Insangu doesn't acknowledge you whatsoever; his demonic eyes only see the visions presented to him by the soul inhabiting his body, and except for a brief snarl, you can't coax anything else from him. He leaves you behind, vanishing unhurt across flaming grass behind a curtain of smoke as the fire spreads.
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Named for the Zulu word meaning dagger, Insangu is a second-generation prince and main submale of the Royal Den. A primal male of few words, the dark submale hardly cared for his own family, let alone visitors or rivals in the territory; as thirsty for blood as he was, Insangu was something of an empty husk. If his life wasn't centered around patrolling, fighting and threatening, he likely would have perished before making it to a year old. The reason for his lack of interaction and consideration came down to the fact that Insangu was actually a possessed primal, the soul of a demon controlling his every move. Whoever he actually was behind the demonic mask, no one ever found out, and the demon would keep its hold on him until the day he died.
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