Anna is at the Capital

"Your sister is alive, but she has been returned to your mother. I know that she is alive, but I cannot discern what her condition is. However, considering the publicity of her escape. I doubt that your spymaster survived the encounter. It would seem though that all roads lead home in your battle against your mother." Lady Kaede bows her head slightly as she answers.

Fear grips your gut, but also a sense of relief. At least she's alive, but what kinds of misery that she may be suffering thanks to the cruelty of your mother. You can only imagine...

Having answered your question, Kaede turns to face Tara. "Now. Tarasynora Reyberos." She speaks her name with a certain kind of irritation and malice. "I shall deal out your punishment later. For now, you all are welcome to stay the night as it is quite late. You can find stairs up around the side and you'll find a bedroom for each of you. I can assure you that you all shall find exactly what you need most within."

After giving you and your companions more specific directions, she dismisses you all. As the furthest from the door, you reach it last and go to follow Tara out when you feel a sudden tingling malice. You quickly jump back just as a rather large apple fragments on the wall in front of you. You stare at it in surprise then look at where it was thrown from. Kaede is standing across the room from you. Her open hand gives away that she just threw the apple at you. "You stay, boy. Close the door. What i'm about to tell you is for your ears only."

You frown irritably but close the door before turning and facing her. "That apple could have really hurt me, you know? What do you have to say to me that could warrant ****?"

Kaede walks calmly in your direction until she stands just a few feet in front of you. "You have demon blood?"

"Excuse me?" You get even more irritated. This supposed powerful sorceress is standing here stating the obvious to you. "and the sky is blue. What of it?"

"You misunderstand. Demons aren't just your average and everyday creature. They're powerful and immortal. Their blood is just as potent as their other abilities and it's coursing through your veins in a heavy amount. You may not feel its effects but it's there. You are faster and stronger than a normal human and have an aptitude for magic. If your demon blood awakens, that power could consume you. You could potentially become just as tyrannical as your mother."

A hint of fear wells up inside of you at her hints of danger. "How would I even stop something like that from happening? "

"Demons all have affinities for something. In your case, your mother is a demon of lust. Thus it makes sense that such acts could wake up your fiendish nature." Her tails slowly curl up ahead of her and box you in. Her hand reaches out and rests against the base of your neck "On top of that, women will find you naturally more attractive and your attention more tantalizing. Even I am being tempted by it"

"How...I mean. Are you telling me never to get excited again?" Your breath becomes a little more shallow as your cock slowly hardens in your trousers. Her eyes pierce right through you and your arms tremble as you try and resist falling to your whims.

"No." The firm denial suddenly breaks the momentary spell between you and she turns her back on you. She tilts her head to look at you and crosses her arms while her tails continue to wave about you. "You can still have sex and feel arousal and be stimulated by such. If demon blood was so simple to awaken, then you would have already been lost. What I'm speaking of is for you to refrain from things that are much more debauched. Forcing yourself onto someone, tying them up and having your way with them, sadism, masochism, many such things thrill your fiendish side and partaking in such rituals may lead you to lose yourself within them. Live your life as a normal, moral human would and you shall find your fiendish blood only grants you boons of physical ability and attractiveness."

She lowers her head down and one of her tails opens the door beside you. "You may go. Your friends have already made it to their bed."

You wanted to continue this discussion further, but it was obvious that she was finished speaking with you. Thus, you decide to take your leave. Walking around the corridor, you step up to the next floor and follow her directions to your room. Inside, you find it to be rather small. The upper half of the bed is recessed into a raised up platform under the window. It took the place of any kind of headboard and one could sit on the platform, rest your feet on the bed, and look out the window to the darkened forest. The room was only lighted by about half a dozen candles set up on the platform. They had a strange salty, but sweet scent that you couldn't quite place. A brief sense of familiarity washes over you, but it quickly leaves.

Closing the door behind you, you slide off your clothes so that you're only in your underwear and crawl onto the bed. The sheets are soft and silky on your skin and the pillow forms to your head perfectly. You briefly wonder if you should blow out the candles, but sudden exhaustion washes over you. It feels as if every bit of anxiety and worry and fear suddenly seeps out of you and you're left only with a deep sense of exhaustion. No sooner did you rest your head onto the pillow did your eyes grow too heavy to keep open and you fall into a deep sleep.

A meek knocking slowly enters your consciousness. You aren't sure if it was real or not, but as you get more conscious you become acutely aware of the knocking. Darkness still completely blankets the window and the candles have burned deep into their holders. Although they are still burning. You wipe the sleep from your eyes and crawl out of the bed before reaching for the door handle to see who was interrupting your sleep.