You await your fate.

A couple of weeks pass. You're not sure exactly how many, but you have learned that the prison guards change shifts three times a day...normally. Sometimes you notice them switch things up just to screw with the prisoners. It seemed like it was going to be just another day as the morning guards sit down to to eat breakfast when an extra pair of guards stomp down the stairs. You figure they're just there to bring another doomed soul down, but then they stop in front of your cell. Then they unlock it. You sit up from your cot and the men stomp into the cell and grab your chains, pulling you towards the door.

"Come on, girl." one of them mutters.

They pull you roughly out of the cell. You struggle a little, but even if your body wasn't weakened from weeks in the dungeon, they're far too strong for you. They drag you up the stairs and open the dungeon door and pull you into the rest of the castle. You wince as the bright sunlight temporarily blinds you as you're pulled through familiar halls. It doesn't take long before they lead you to the royal bedroom. Father's old room. They open the door and pull you in. It looks just like it used to. If you didn't know any better, you wouldn't think there was anything wrong. There is something wrong though. You see manacles hanging from the wall. Manacles that weren't there before. Also a long chain that's been set in the headboard connecting to an iron collar laying on the nightstand. These were never anything father had. The guards drag you to the bed and briefly unlock one of the manacles on your arm and wraps it around the bedpost before putting it back on. Trapping you. After that the guards leave.

You struggle against the bedpost for a few minutes. Trying to break it, or find a way to slip off the manacles, but nothing budges. You sigh and sit on the floor. "One prison for another" you think.

A couple of hours pass until the door opens and King Donmal, no your mother, enters. He sees you, smiles, and walks over to you. His hands in his pockets "Oh, how fun it is to rule a kingdom."

"Mother! Why are you doing this" you scowl at him and struggle against the bedpost more to no avail.

He stands in front of you, watching you struggle with mild amusement, "Because I was bored. "

You stop struggling, taking a moment to rest your arms, "And what do you want me for?"

Donmal puts his hand under your chin and forces you to look him in his face, "Because, i need your womb and you're far prettier than most girls in the castle."

You glare at him, "That's...that's sick!"

He lets go of you and paces the floor, "Oh, I'll be using it too, but no children will come of it and I do need you to conceive the next King, or Queen for me."

"Why don't you do it yourself? Have an heir. Go get some slutty noblewoman pregnant." Clearly the fact that both yourself and Donmal are half-demon and exist proves that he can just have his own children.

"I'm tired of having children. Perhaps in a few centuries, my opinion will change and I'll just snuff out your family line."

You think for a moment, that doesn't make sense. Especially considering how she's currently a man who has little work to do for children. Unless... "You regret it." Your words stop him in his tracks, "Why did you do it? Why did you destroy our family?"

You see him clench his hand, "It's...I had to."

"Why?" You press him.

He turns to look at you, "You don't get it. You're only half-demon. You don't understand how it feels. Demons are...compelled to act on their instincts. They're addicted to it. I'm a demon of lust and hedonism, so that's what I'm addicted to. Your father...Well, he wasn't as adventurous. I tried to get him to do some more hedonistic things, but he refused."

He sighs and sits on the bed, "So the urges built up inside me. I did find some relief. I kidnapped Lady Vessa. I took her away, did terribly wonderful things to her. That sated me...for a time. Then one day i pushed her too hard, she died. I was so angry with myself, but there was no way one girl would be able to satisfy all of my desires forever. That was a year ago. My instincts wanted to go back to the original plan. To kill your father and take his place. Then I could have all the fun that I desired. I fought with them for so long... until they overtook me."

You almost feel a pang of pity for the creature that is your mother and looks like your brother, "Why didn't you tell father. He would have helped?"

His eyes shoot up at you, "How? How would he have helped? Do you think he would have been happy to just leave me abduct his servants every few years to sate my desires?"

So she didn't go to him, because she was scared of how he would react, you think to yourself, "He loved you."

"Yes..." his expression darkens, "And I suppose...I loved him too"

"What about Donmal? That's something that hasn't been explained yet."

"He was...an unfortunate causality. After I snapped, my instincts took complete control. They didn't want to be an older man beginning to enter the later stages of life. They wanted a young ,strong man. Obviously I couldn't leave him alive. It would be quite difficult for me to leave him alive and take his form. He could have returned. That would certainly have been awkward." he shrugs and sighs, "But that's enough talking about the past. Let's talk about the future."

You grimace, you had hoped to coerce her into giving up this scheme. He grins at you, "Soon, you're going to give birth to the new heir. Congratulations. After you give birth, 'King Donmal' will suffer an unfortunate accident. He'll never have actually brought up disinheriting you for your 'treason' of helping Akina with the **** of King Bryce. So the council will have little choice but to acknowledge you as the new Queen. Of course, by then you too will have suffered an accident...although nobody on the council will know it, because I'll be taking your place. Don't worry, I'll take good care of your child, because the cycle will continue with them."

You stare at her in shock, "You're....You're a monster!"

Donmal gets on his knees in front of you. You see his hair turn firey red and grow and his skin turn purple, his face changing to be more womanly.. From her forehead, large horns grew out to the left and right. Her chest grows and presses against her clothing, made for men, not women and a long demonic tail slides out of the back of her trousers, Your mother grins at you. "I'm a demon, honey. It's my thing to be a monster."