Ezekiel
"That hardly matters. Is this not a new world, a new life? I can be whatever I want to be. All you need to know is that I am me, and there is no one else who can say otherwise."
He flew through the skies as a black streak, his smile and hollow eyes calm and haughty as one who had earned his newfound freedom. He only stopped for a second, looming over a large tower with his four wings stretching freely, only to display his hand towards the moon and gaze at it.
"As for this body, it is mine. I uhh, what was it again... oh right! I slaughtered it's previous host like a dog, a hero of some renown. You wouldn't have heard about him though." He dropped the horrifying revelation as casually as you could, with a smug sort of smile. It almost sounded like a ridiculous joke.