Your Every Desire

The wine was surprisingly good, and Yren savored the fruity flavor, giving his mind a break for a short moment. What Clyde had just explained made sense, but he needed to talk to his father before agreeing to anything.

"I can't make this decision alone. I am going to have to talk with my father first and see what his opinion is first," Yren said, and to his surprise, Clyde nodded.

"That is expected, and I am not trying to force you into this, but I have a feeling we are all on the same page. I am sorry for taking up your time, but I would like to thank you again for helping my daughter," Clyde said with a nod.

"Before I go, can I ask you about Kimora? I never knew that she was so frail, but you are saying she is half-demon, right?" Yren asked, and Clyde smiled broadly.

"Very good! Showing a keen interest in my little girl! I expected no less of you; wonderful! Yes, my daughter was born with a weak and frail body, much to our dismay. Neither of us understands what is wrong with her, but there is another thing that might pose more of a problem for you," Clyde told Yren, and this time it was Yren's turn to laugh.

"Oh? Do you mean that she hates me? Yes, I can see how that might be a problem," Yren said, and both of them laughed.

"I see you already have a small understanding of the problem. It is far deeper than that. Kimora sees all humans as weak, and being part human has fostered a great deal of hate for herself and the frail body she was cursed with. The first time she tried to enter a dungeon, it reacted to her being part Demon, and she barely survived the first room. Since then she has been terrified of them," Clyde explained.

Yren nodded, and he had heard about it, but the story was that she was too good for the dungeons. That was all bravado to hide her humiliation and fear.

"Hmm, I see. So even getting her into the Dungeon is going to be a task," Yren said thoughtfully.

"True, but I have faith in you!" Clyde laughed.

"Hold on, old man! I haven't agreed to anything yet! I don't know how my dad is going to react to this yet, and I am sure you know who my mother is," Yren said, and Clyde nodded with a smile.

"Yes I know of Mira, we fought long ago, she will remember me, Bzathmjor. As for your father, I will leave that up to you. I have two more requests before you go, though," Clyde said, leaning into Yren.

"What would those be?" Yren asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

"First, go see how my daughter is doing before you leave. The last is to never speak of any of this to her. You must teach her that humans are worthy creatures or she could spell disaster for all of us. Do not take her into a dungeon before you have gained her heart or everything we have all done will be for nothing. Do you understand?" Clyde asked with a serious expression that made Yren's blood run cold, and he nodded.

"I get it. If word gets out, any chance of this working will be forfeited," Yren replied.

"Good, as long as you understand the gravity of the situation here. We are working towards the future here, but we are walking a thin line. Thank you for talking with me," Clyde said, and both stood.

Clyde offered his hand, and Yren hesitated for only a brief moment. His blood was still running cold, but he couldn't feel any malice from the Demon's words.

Yren turned and left the room, leaving Clyde behind to walk over to his large window with his wine. The meeting had turned out far better than he could have ever imagined, but this was only the beginning.

If everything could go as planned, there might be a chance to stop the cycle, but there was also a chance that he had just doomed the Demon race. His people were few and far now, and the Gods might turn on them if released.

That was where Yren would come in. If he could convince the other Gods to make peace, then things could work, but that was a small hope.

The Demons had locked them away, and he wouldn't be surprised if they rose up after becoming free. Still, even if they all died, this would be Bzathmjor's redemption and payment for the sins of his people.

Yren closed the door behind himself, and Inna was standing outside of Kimora's room. Yren was curious about the maid but decided to leave that for another time.

"Can I go check on Kimora?" Yren asked, walking over to the door that Inna was standing beside.

"Yes, of course, young master. Please treat this house and me as your own, and feel free to use any part of it. If you need anything, I am ready to serve your every desire," Inna explained to Yren, making him get red in the face.

"Um, thank you, but I would just like to see the lady," Yren said nervously, no longer able to make eye contact with Inna.

"Of course, young master," Inna told him and opened the door for him.

Inside, Kimora was sitting up on her bed, glaring directly at Yren, making him flinch.

"What do you want, and why are you in my house?!" Kimora declared, and Yren rubbed the back of his head nervously.

"I brought you-" Yren started to say, but he was pushed into the room by a hand and the door closed behind him, making him sigh.

Something seemed to click in Kimora's head, and she suddenly became shy, looking away from Yren.

"As I was saying, I brought you home after you collapsed. Your father thanked me, and I was just coming to check on you before I left," Yren explained, still standing at the door, unsure what to do with himself.

"Why?!" Kimora suddenly screamed at him, making Yren back into the door in shock.