Myllyanna sat in one of the oldest chairs in her possession out on the balcony. Her silver visage on the waves of the sea. The chair would creak even under her stealthy grace, but she saw each protest as if it was talking, telling it's own story from under the red stained wood.

The wood was not just stained, it had been soaked in history. It was the throne of a ruler who's name now the demoness could not recall. Chairs let alone thrones had been a rarity and left only for the wealthiest in that time, and what made it more unique was the fact that the bare wood in it's making was dipped into a vat of his enemies blood for 7 days, soaking and bloating in the heated blood it drank the color until it was deepest crimson.

Of course time had faded the richness, but the stain still help the souls of those slaughtered.

Silver nails poured over the hand crafted arm though her eyes never left the sea.

Junbao sat just inside in the floor playing with magical blocks that chimed and spun different colored auras about them. He seemed so small, but that was his fathers fault. But the mixed breed child was the most beautiful creation she had seen in a very very long time. His skin soft as feathers and so light gray it almost seemed ash and baby blue. His hair snow white, had surprised her a touch... she was sure her blood raven color would have won out. But he was still young enough he could shed the drowish trait. Her own silver eyes would look up at her with pure love, those beautiful sharp features from Asian and Drow mix he could not hide and they only made him seem more a lost angel. But Those in the house knew better... he would forever be fare removed from angels then anyone could be.

She turned her head to the sound of his delight, she watched him warmly and openly warm. Maybe she did not love him as dearly as she had her first born daughter. But he was her child and still, if she felt love, this was the closest she would get. And hell be warned if anyone tried to step between them.