As Michael looks closer at Twozias's soul, it trembles for a bit and a small, almost microscopic piece of it falls and fades into the ether. If he's keeping an eye on Tyzias, the exact same thing happens to her soul. Seemingly unaware of what just happened, Twozias kicks her feet and leans back in her chair. "Oh, he's the daemon who keeps on giving lost souls these cool powers and physical form. Also a MASSIVE killing instinct and urge to devour the souls of the living, but eh. Got that under control."