Atlas did not remember what their life was like.
Sometimes, there were snippets here and there. Blurred faces accompanied with emotions both good and bad. They remembered having not one home, but many, and sometimes those homes had been good to him. Then there was one that had treated them terribly.
Atlas did not remember what their life had been, but he remembered how he became a demon.
Atlas had killed the person who murdered their closest friend.
Now, after centuries, those two faces were the only ones he could recall: the only person who had ever become Atlas' friend, and the person Atlas killed.
Lucifer had said it was normal. The longer souls became demons, the less they remembered about their old lives. Depending on the circumstances, new souls usually have memories tortur
