When the Drow came forth, he was hauled off to the Underdark - and it was under their eyes that something strange kissed his devilish ears. While he couldn't understand what these elves were saying...it didn't carry the same disgust, contempt, bile or hatred he'd grown accustomed to at his village. No... this was *excitement.* For what he did not know, perhaps a worthy sacrifice?
In time, he would learn how the Dark Elves did not see his heritage as something horrible, but as something beautiful instead. Something...lovable.
Here he met others like him - tieflings! It was his first time meeting others like him. This is how he would learn of "Virtue" names. His "Journey" truly begins here.
Malerus' declared war on shame, refusing to ever feel it for himself for what he is ever again. He practiced what he could to ascend the Concubinal Heirarchy. He used his devilish assets the best he could.With his mistress' words of of encouragement, he will make something marvelous out of himself.