[X] You don't want to be helpless, or to have to pretend to be helpless. You want to be mighty and proud and self sufficient and you want that for deamonkind too. You're willing to wait, willing to spy, willing to pretend to be prey and maybe you'll keep doing that sometimes if you become the deamon king… but you dream of not having to in order to survive. You've learned how to hide… now you want to stop hiding.
[X] You want to no longer have to hide from Men. To no longer live in the shadows and pretend to be something you're not. You want to be able to walk down the streets and not worry that someone might see through your disguise; or to be able to push back against those who think themselves stronger than you without holding yourself back; or to be caught staring at a wolf-folk's neck and not have to make up excuses. You are a Demon of the Vampire Clan - a beautiful and powerful Predator of Men - and you're tired of having to pretend that you are anything less.
[X] You want to be the Demon King out of spite, mostly. People have looked down on and abused you throughout much of your life, but no more. This is your chance to not only never be looked down on again (barring going in disguise) but to show the world that you are not only the equal of those prattling fools who looked down on you, but their superior. You will show them, you will show them all! Muahahahaha!
[X] Fate has given you the gift of fear, and you will spread that gift. Not the the powerful's fear of losing their station, not the mighty's fear of defeat in battle. Your fear is the fear of the woods, the wolf, and the sky, and you will carry that fear where it belongs.
[X] Fear. None of the other Demons know fear like you do. How could they? They've always been the monsters lurking in the dark, never the trembling thing being hunted. You've known little else. Even after you sloughed off the shackles of your former frailty, your traitorous senses still scream at you to run, to hide, to bow, to tremble. Even now, over and over you're forced you to pretend to be that soft, pathetic, pushover thing which bled dry all those years ago. Hate. Hate burning like a hidden star at the core of your being. Hate for everyone and everything that sparks that old mortal terror in your still, dead chest. Hate for everyone who still looks at you and sees something weak to be used and exploited. Agatha thinks your strength is service, connection, how accustomed you are to the feeling of another's boot on your neck. Let her, let them all. Your strength is hate, your weapon fear. And when all is said and done, for that first moment of pity you saw in her eyes, Agatha will be just another body amid the pile of corpses you'll climb to reach the throne.
[X] It is an immutable rule of the universe that for one to rise, another must be brought down. This is well known by Vampires and Beastfolk both. For a prey beastfolk vampire such as yourself, that simple fact was engraved down to your very marrow. And races of Man have been putting down demons for more than long enough. If it was finally time to rise, you are ready to rise to the very top! And none of the others have your perspective nor your thirst to ascend that came from firsthand experience of being at the very bottom!
[X] Who says unending vigilance and panic is a bad thing? There is no bigger rush out there in the world than the sheer joy of trepidation that comes with being prey! Living in fear is the only way to truly live! This is a gift we need to bring to the world! All creatures no matter their strength, wealth, intelligence, loyalties or talents should constantly experience the thrill that comes with the dreadful vulnerability of whether every present moment will be their last! As Demon King, eternal dread is the gift that we will bring to the world's inhabitants! May all become prey!