Without Miasma, Am I Even a Demoness?

She woke up in silence. No memories. No warmth. No sky. Only a torn cocoon hanging from a dying tree... and a body that wasn't hers anymore. Marked with a horn and shadow-stained wings, she is something unnatural-something the world refuses to accept. Her powers don't awaken through training. They awaken through emotion. Fear. Rage. Despair. And every time she grows stronger... she feels something inside her disappear. In a world split between divine light and demonic corruption, she must survive long enough to answer the question haunting her existence: Without Miasma... am I even a demoness?